How did I fall,
How did I come to this?
I have thought past was a past


Now I'm taking a look into the glass
Searching for a light,

Some kind of my delight
Which I can't find!


Now I can see myself
In the mirror of my sins!


Wind recalls my deeds
An abstract of my life
All is spoiled and destroyed

Now I see what I have done!

As I stand here, I'm living dead

My heart is black and soul is fading
Is it real? Or is it sum of all my fears?