A stranger in the mirror.
A face I no longer recognize.
Who is this imposter standing
With a blank look in their eyes?
Trying my damnest avoiding
At becoming another tragedy.
As the thin lines are blurred
Between fantasy and reality.
There's more to life than this.
There's more worth fighting for.
I want to see myself in the mirror.
I want to see myself as before.
My inner child wants to be free
From this prison of old bones.
Longing to leave behind a mark
Besides a mossy gravestone.
A stranger in the broken mirror.
A face I wish I didn't recognize.
Feeling like an imposter standing
With a blank look in my dead eyes.
There's more to my life than this.
Refusing to become a tragedy.
There's more worth fighting for
As I finally set my soul free.
