My Mirror, My Room

I lost a red sea shell

on the boardwalk by the Ferris Wheel,

went to the bottom of the Atlantic ocean,

and I didn't come up for six years,

but I've got my mirror,

and I've got my room.

I lost a porcelain doll

in the skeleton of an old barn.

Beneath the ashes of burned daisies,

and fallen shooting stars,

but I've got my mirror,

and I've got my room.

I lost a dandelion

on an overgrown subway,

beneath the city with no people,

three and a half hours away,

but I've got my mirror,

and I've got my room.

I lost a candycane

beneath the waves of cyberspace,

behind the credits at the end

of the saddest anime