Stigmata

I made one step back and reached out my hand...

to touch my picture in the mirror

I'm sticking in an amour of fear

Observing my image from the outside

I can't believe what's left of myself...

I always tried my best and I never justified

I tried so hard but in the end it doesn't even matter

nobody's out there, no one to hold my hand

I can't believe what's left of myself

my time is up

I feel like I'm gone as long before - my time is up

my time is up

I made one step back and reached out my hand

to touch my picture in the mirror

I'm sticking in an armour of fear

observing my image from the outside

I can't believe what's left of myself...

I feel like I'm gone as long before - my time is up