My mirror, how much have I changed in a matter of years?
My mirror, how many times have I lost over the years?

My mirror, you who knew my story
You know what I've seen,
And you know what I feared
How many times have I stood in your face
And told you that this would be my demise?

My mirror, you who knew my story
I've [bad word] tired of everything
Exhausted yet I don't know what's wrong with me
I live every day as a year
Is it possible this is how I end?

My mirror, how I have lost and found
And how many opportunities remain
My mirror, my heart has grown [bad word] tired
Of all these stories

My mirror, you who knew my story
Feeling betrayed by people's disloyalty
Feeling weighed down, and consumed by restlessness
There are wounds leaving their marks
Drawing the map of my demise

My mirror, you who knew my story
My heart always wounded when I've wounded none
I dangled between the wounds of my heart
I've never known happiness,
Tell me, where was my beginning?

My mirror, how much have I changed in a matter of years?
My mirror, how many times have I lost over the years?

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