No matter how many times
I look into this mirror
This image of me
This image of my past
This image of my nightmare
Will never go away

There is a remembrance of a girl
A remembrance of a dream
I hold the past
In the palm of my hands

How can I keep looking?
Will this mirror ever shatter?
It will never break away
No matter how many times I try

I am the one left
To pick away the pieces
The pieces that used to be me
The drops that once were free

Why am I screaming?
Why am I afraid?
The  teardrops shed harder
Every time I take a peek

The tilted glass shatters
But not everything matters
This is hurting too much
Is it possible for me to be
The way I used to feel?

I am the one left
I am my own living legacy
I can see through behind this mirror
And I will shed my last final
Blood-filled tear

Although my heart may be weak
And it may sometimes
Even give in, but
I have now learned to understand
That deep down,
There is a light, that never  goes out

I have finally reached my stage
This is the stage that ends
Of who I used to be
I have to look into the past,
And break it a part
From the image of who I used to be

No matter how many times
I look into this mirror
This image of me
This image of my past
This image of my nightmare
Will never go away