Looking into the mirror,
Being lost in the image,
It�s more than anyone can bear
I�m haunted by the possession,
The facade,
Forged by fire,
Set in stone
Truth is the highest thing that man keeps from itself,
The careless whisper that is dismissed as nothing.
The whisper is now a scream,
Trapped within the distorted reflection
And now I am nothing,
Just a shattered mirror on the floor.
I can�t escape the past,
And I�m waiting to disappear
