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Mirrors
Feel the cold upon my neck.
Feels like I'm the lucky one
to turn away from all my troubles.
Wait for emptiness to come..
A face that cries now dries it's eyes.
'cuz pain is now part of itself.
Can't stand aside and look within.
What do you fear when you're in hell.
I make a scratch unto yhe wall,
but it remains unchanged beside me..
So tell me what difference does it make,
if it's the last thing I see...
Mirrors scorn me with hate,
'cuz life is too hard to take.
And I don't need someone to talk to,
because I have no more to say...
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because I have no more to say...
And I don't need someone to talk to,
'cuz life is too hard to take.
Mirrors scorn me with hate,
if it's the last thing I see...
So tell me what difference does it make,
but it remains unchanged beside me..
I make a scratch unto yhe wall,
What do you fear when you're in hell.
Can't stand aside and look within.
'cuz pain is now part of itself.
A face that cries now dries it's eyes.
Wait for emptiness to come..
to turn away from all my troubles.
Feels like I'm the lucky one
Feel the cold upon my neck.
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