I'm without eyelashes.   I noticed, so are you.   We used them on wishes,   and none of them came true.      Terrible, I know, but fair is fair is fair.   I'm blinking up a storm,    but nothing's ever ever there.            I'm without a soulmate.   I noticed, so are you.   What is that, anyway?   Copycat, I hate you.      Mirror mirror on the emotional wall,   I'm dancing like a fool,   but no one seems to care at all.            I'm without any more   things to be without, since   everything I longed for   followed in my footprints.      Now I guess would be the perfect time to die,   so take care of my pets and plants.      And now I'll say good