What the **** am I supposed to do
When I look in the mirror and I see
That my worst enemy is you
And that is making me
Want to pull the trigger
At the man in the mirror

Instead I punched the mirror till my hand was sore
7 years of bad luck they say
I've wasted 7 years of my life anyway
What's 7 years more?..

My heart starts feelings my mind can't control
And all that does is hurt my soul.
No matter how hard I try
Tear after tear
The more I cry
The more empty I feel

My heart's overfeeling
My mind's overthinking
My soul is hurting
Myself needs killing...

Sometimes a broken heart
Has no tears left to cry itself apart

I'm a prisoner...
of my own mind
My minds trapped
Chained by my heart
And they're all struggling to find
Their way in the maze of my soul
But they're stuck in a never-ending agonizing stroll.

I'm scared to live
I'm scared to die
I want to yell the truth
But I'm stuck in a lie
So there goes my youth...

I'm more alive in my dreams
I know it's not what it seems
Lost in a virtual world
Broken in reality
On the floor I'm curled
I struggle to get up on one knee
Please hear my plea
I just want to be happy...