Down the lane, on a lonesome highway I stand, baffled about what it holds The road might lead to a usual spot Or a Land, ever, unexplored
I see myself facing a silver In my reflection, a knife Held in my hands, stained With deeds, I should have never done
This life is not a globe Neither me a Hercules But this burden shortens me Makes me, less a man I was before
I stabbed, I punctured, I killed The man lying next to me Rather me, inside, is dead For I am not the man I was
Should I or shouldnβt I, ah the dilemma The choices I make Makes me a better man Or less than before
My rage, my enemy Getting over with, the thought Life lined up on the mirror Up to me, blow it or not
I stop, not for I wish to But a raging force makes me For I inside donβt want to **** For I wish to remain the man I am, not lesser, the mirror shows me
I look in the silver, again The wild thoughts are gone I am what I should be I am, not less than, the real me