I remember staring into the mirror,
as a little boy,
and seeing my reflection.

Time has gone by,
and I have grown older,
but I still see this little boy,
every time I look in the mirror.

I’ve been trying to find myself,
whilst staring into this mirror,
wiping the fog from the glass,
but nothing seems clearer.

I still don’t know who I am,
or who I’m meant to be,
what am I supposed to do,
and what do you want from me?

Just please God speak for once,
or God give me a sign,
because I just sit by this mirror,
and cry every single time.

I’m in the middle of these crossroads,
but all routes lead to a dead end,
I’m going to stare into this mirror,
Till I find myself again.

I walk into your new home,
and the ground is always wet ,
because of all the tears wasted,
telling you to come back,
ever since she left,
you've been gone too,
you’re always staring at the sky,
but there’s something in your way,
you’re trapped,
but you've never felt more free,
you always compared her to an angel,
I don’t think you’ll find her this time,
your eyes are always closed,
as if her love is a dream,
you don’t want to wake up from,
but she’s gone.
So are you.
I still keep telling you to wake up,
she’s not there anymore,
maybe I'm the one that’s dreaming,
maybe I didn't see you try to catch her by jumping,
maybe I’ll wake up one day.
Maybe I won’t.
Maybe you’re actually gone.
You always used to pick flowers for her,
now you’re among their roots,
I leave the graveyard.