Stigmata

Stigmata
I made one step back and reached out my hand...
to touch my picture in the mirror
I'm sticking in an amour of fear
Observing my image from the outside
I can't believe what's left of myself...

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