[Verse 1]
She paints her mouth like a war crime,
Cherry red, dripping down the time.
Bathroom stall with a cigarette glare,
Her reflection split, but she doesn’t care.
Kisses the mirror, says, “You lied,”
Smiles like revenge, mascara-eyed.
He said, “Don’t be so loud,” she laughed—
And smashed the frame in her bloody wrath.
[Chorus]
Lipstick on broken mirrors,
Truth tastes better when it bleeds.
She’s a wreck in glitter tears,
Ripping seams and swallowing screams.
No prince, no savior—just a knife,
Named after every man who tried.
Lipstick on broken mirrors,
Pretty pain, dressed up in pride.
[Verse 2]
Stilettos stomp like battle drums,
Girls like her don’t come undone.
She carved her name on the bathroom tile,
Wrote it backwards, witchy-style.
Eyeliner’s sharp and she knows how to use it,
Her trauma’s couture—don’t you confuse it.
He tried to dim her glow with shame,
But now his name is just a flame.
[Chorus]
Lipstick on broken mirrors,
Truth tastes better when it bleeds.
She’s a wreck in glitter tears,
Ripping seams and swallowing screams.
No prince, no savior—just a knife,
Named after every man who tried.
Lipstick on broken mirrors,
Pretty pain, dressed up in pride.
[Bridge] (slower, echoing)
Mirror mirror, crack and weep,
Tell her lies she’ll never keep.
Kiss the cuts, make them shine—
What’s a little blood to feel divine?
[Final Chorus]
Lipstick on broken mirrors,
Truth tastes better when it bleeds.
Every smear a little clearer,
She’s the art beneath the screams.
No prince, no savior—just a blade,
Painted red where scars are made.
Lipstick on broken mirrors,
And you’ll remember her this way.
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