In this mirror, dirty yet clear
I see a face much familiar, I see a failure
Who has a few sad tales, to tell
To find a haven inside hell.
Maybe my sun went down,
way before the night fell.
It's crazy how I'm free falling
ahead of this gravity
Expecting life to be 'sweeter than fiction'
when it's bitter than a tragedy.
I still look for the fault that aroused
such rows and rows of unending sorrows
and as more and more I look, the less I see
Nothing but my depressing zeal
So I let my soul to stay numb, let it freeze.