All the times I stood and stared in the mirror For so long I couldn't see If there is a soul still there deep inside of me. My mind, shattered like the city after the war, sifting through the ashes trying to find the flame. And if only people knew, the real reason I'm never blue, Maybe they'd stop trying to tell me what to do. When they tell me that I'm still the same, Same as I was back then, I can't help but smile and think: If only you could see indie me you'd be scared to death, you's run so far, run till there is no running left. And once again I stand and stare in the mirror, looking into the empty eyes of mine, searching for the soul I left behind. When I'm done here, there will be nothing left, But at least I know, I will be forever free.
