- cifra
The image of myself
Defiled for my deeds
Carrying only sad memories
There´s nothing for me here
A lament for the one i used to be
Just a threatened memory
There is no turning back
My remaining task
is to review the questions
For answers
The insight of my ruined life
I followed the wrong ones
A lament for the one i used to be
Just a threatened memory
There is no turning back
A tear to be shed
For the one in the mirror
Now i cast no reflections
I will fade away
