Through The Looking Glass (Alternate Version)

I'm feelin' ugly
I'm feelin low
Mornin' mirror
You ain't no rose
And did I mean it
Or did I lie
Or did I dream it
Oh  Christ I'm tired
Why then did ya have to grin
Now the blood rolls down my chin
Oh You know you painted so much blue
And I'm much younger than that too
Oh mirror - what did I do to you
You're my voyeur
See every line
Chase them to destinations
On through time
And you're my diary - yeah
The bitter truth -
Unexpurgated - a mis-spent
Youth  oh
Do you have to paint teeth green
When they're snowy  white and clean
Do you have to make eyes red
When they're clear and fresh instead
Oh mirror  I wish you'd lose your head
Sometimes I'm on a gig
And I'm feeling kinda good
I run and look at you
Just like a pop star would
But you just glare at me with those dark accusing eyes
That say "My make-up's good
" I'd like to     I'd like so much
To
Oh I'll never look at you again
'Cause I'm really not that vain
Seven years bad luck ain't that long
Before I smash you  hear my song
Oh mirror  I'm sorry you were wrong