Sometimes I want look in the mirror andknow who I see.
Sometimes I want to ask that ghost,is this really me?
You try to rip this mask,from
this face you call your own.
You try to rip this mask, from this face you call your own. No one can see who you are.
Rotting you down, rotting you down to your bones. (It is not the time to feel alone).(Shatter this mirror on your own).
What if we refuse to believe? We're nothing. We're nothing. Sadness is a disease. We're searching for something. What if we refuse to believe? We're nothing. We're nothing. Sadness is a disease. We're searching for something.
Sometimes I want to look in the mirror and know who I see. Sometimes I want to ask that ghost is this really me? My head has run dry, and my body feels flooded out. Well there's no getting in, if I can't find the key for myself.
What if we refuse to believe? We're nothing. We're nothing. Sadness is a disease. We're searching for something. What if we refuse to believe? We're nothing. We're nothing. Sadness is a disease. We're searching for something.
It is not the time to feel alone. It's time to look in the mirror, and know you're not a ghost. You are not a ghost. Sometimes I want to look in the mirror and know who I see. Sometimes I want to ask that ghost, is this really me?
What if we refuse to believe? We're nothing. We're nothing. Sadness is a disease. We're searching for something. What if we refuse to believe? We're nothing. We're nothing. Sadness is a disease. We're searching for something
(Gracias a SebaDanu por esta letra)