Two shadows standing on the corner,
Moods are dark and black...

I wonder through burnt down towns
Seeing what’s left of the diaster...

I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
But you can’t see me...

My friend comes to me
With her little problems...

I beg to know what I did wrong, I want to...
Why was I sent here, to this evil land...

I find myself crying, sometimes I don't know why,
Crying to myself...

What’s the point in being here?
What’s the point in living...

I wish I was dead
That all my loved ones were alive...

I’ve lost who I am
I’ve lost the real me...

I stand in front of my mirror
Knife waiting in hand...

Dreams, broken and shattered
Like the mirror in my room...

Looking the mirror
My reflection staring back...