The whole of me is a broken principal of
life
The life in me is a restless soul,
The tears from my eyes are water-like
clear,
Yet the colour of the tears from my
heart is red
The lies in the mirror hide away the
truth,
Causes my pain to play hide and seek,
My face shines like rays of light of a
golden red sun,
Chasing away the cold and bitter nights
When I stare in the mirror I see a
reflection of my image,
My own picture plays tricks on my
thoughts,
It tells more about my outward garland,
Yet my own presence is poisoning me,
Killing softly, the fraction of my true-
self
The lies in the mirror hide away the
reality,
All the drama that brought about scars
to my heart,
I look beautiful in a size seven,
But take a walk in my shoes,
And realise I'm size sixes and sevens,
Living in a minus heaven
The whole of me is a broken kingdom,
A suncity with dark empty streets,
A black night, yet a piece of my
shattered heart,
I smile, dance, sing, pose and feel like
everything,
Yet I'm nothing but lies in the mirror

What a shame that colours had to fed to
grey
The picture blurred and the journey
came to an end
when the killer came around, dreams
were murdered
Breath was taken away together with
hope
Ice cold was the blood freezed in his
veins
There was no way to keep the Artists
soul within his body
What a shame that the sunset colours
waned to shades of grey
The moment doors were closed and
light hid in the darkest night
The whole ordeal was sad,
It was a tragedy to witness the work of
a legend with a dying breath, giving up
life
Trying to sail around the world, he
drowned
Trying to fly with broken wings, he
touched the ground
Dust to dust, the spirit moved on,
But his work remained behind and was
purely glorified
Ashes to ashes, his name lived on
In the papers, the magazines and
pictures on the Tv's
A life lived in stardom, a soul burried in
legacy

With a gust of air, you blow our minds,
with your loaned swag
Your style's a brag, you life's a rug
Still, we node our heads in deep
worship to the dose of your repudiation
You bought yourself a high status, just
for mere acceptance
And you were left disposed of your real
personality,
Just for a sheer popularity?
But when we snap back to reality,
there's a void inside your heart,
A broken girl, with a lot insecurities
cries out
Craving a simple and faultless life,
For underneath all that glamour, there's
a vacuous and enstranged soul

Both the brave and cowardly are
fearful, but only the brave exhibit a
courageous act
Both the man of faith and dispair go
through a test run, but solely the man of
faith prevails
Petrified with what might come around
deep in your darkest hour,
vulnerable, as emotions erupt in a rush
and danger crawls fiercely closer.
the sweat, anger and all the panic
engulfs your senses, but still, the world
carries on.
When the broken and sinking heart
rises above it's bottomless troubles,
pain and joy, gain and loss follows in
mixed manifestations,
courage will standout and peace rise
against doubt and uncertainty,
Strength will share the pain of your
loved ones, but only courage will make
you feel your own.
In solitary, fear will always show it's
face,
do not shiver, stand your guard,
do not surrender, endure the pressure
for it is in solitary that the strong will
make a cut in this heartless world.
Better is a single act of daring mighty
things and fail,
than to fail before you try and live
amongst those who neither enjoy nor
suffer much, those who live in between
defeat and victory.

What a shame that colours had to fed to grey
The picture blurred and the journey came to an end
when the killer came around, dreams were murdered
Breath was taken away together with hope
Ice cold was the blood freezed in his veins
There was no way to keep the Artists soul within his body

What a shame that the sunset colours waned to shades of grey
The moment doors were closed and light hid in the darkest night
The whole ordeal was sad,
It was a tragedy to witness the work of a legend with a dying breath, giving up life

Trying to sail around the world, he drowned
Trying to fly with broken wings, he touched the ground
Dust to dust, the spirit moved on,
But his work remained behind and was purely glorified
Ashes to ashes, his name lived on
In the papers, the magazines and pictures on the Tv's
A life lived in stardom, a soul burried in legacy

The whole of me is a broken
principal of life
The life in me is a restless soul,
The tears from my eyes are water-
like clear,
Yet the colour of the tears from my
heart is red

The lies in the mirror hide away the
truth,
Causes my pain to play hide and
seek,
My face shines like rays of light of a
golden red sun,
Chasing away the cold and bitter
nights

When I stare in the mirror I see a
reflection of my image,
My own picture plays tricks on my
thoughts,
It tells more about my outward
garland,
Yet my own presence is poisoning
me,
Killing softly, the fraction of my true-self

The lies in the mirror hide away the
reality,
All the drama that brought about
scars to my heart,
I look beautiful in a size seven,
But take a walk in my shoes,
And realise I'm size sixes and
sevens,
Living in a minus heaven
The whole of me is a broken
kingdom,
A suncity with dark empty streets,
A black night, yet a piece of my
shattered heart,

I smile, dance, sing, pose and feel
like everything,
Yet I'm nothing but lies in the mirror

I see the tables turning
all the things I touch
they seem to turn into dust
I see the light inside of me
dying right before my eyes
and everything I wished for seems
so far away
if only I could change the stars
and make them shine so bright
if only I could turn the hands
of time and save my past
all the things I have said and done
would never take me to the ground
and everything I wished for
would never seem so far away