Hello to my halo, Goodbye to my glands, You can move a mountain with a book of plans. You can't break a heart with my birthday wish. You can't make a wave in a petri dish. Tell them, We think they're starving. Tell them, We think they're deaf. Tell them, We've seen them carving curse words into their desks. Tell them, That i'm a liquid. Tell them, It's been a gas. Tell them, They're frozen solid just behind the looking glass. The mirror just flat, The mirror's just glass, Into the mirror let's try not to pass.