| I made one step back and reached out my hand
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| To touch my picture in the mirror
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| I’m sticking in an armour of fear
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| Observing my image from the outside
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| I can’t believe what’s left of myself
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| I can’t believe what’s left of myself
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| I always tried my best and I never justified
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| I tried so hard but in the end it doesn’t even matter
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| Nobody’s out there, no one to hold my hand
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| No one to hold my hand
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| I can’t believe what’s left of myself
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| I can’t believe what’s left of myself
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| My time is up
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| My time is up
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| My time is up
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| My time is up
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| I feel like I’m gone as long before my time is up
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| I feel like I’m gone as long before my time is up
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| My time is up
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| I made one step back and reached out my hand
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| To touch my picture in the mirror
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| I’m sticking in an armour of fear
|
| Observing my image from the outside
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| I can’t believe what’s left of myself
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| I can’t believe what’s left of myself
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| I feel like I’m gone as long before my time is up
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| I feel like I’m gone as long before my time is up |