Marina and The Diamonds-Troubled Mind

Wipe the white golden dust into these broken hands
Must depend on a friend that will understand
Like glitter making love to the gleam
Just remember things arn't always what they seem

Peter Pan could not admit he had become a man
He smashed the mirror into a million bits
Now all he seems to do is stare and sit
Painting pictures of a life that he'll never find
Inside his troubled mind, troubled mind