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I stand before an empty canvas once again,

Trembling as I've never done before.

You broke my mirror into ten thousand pieces

And from each one a blinding shadow has emerged.

Look at us! We are the voice of the forsaken.

The seeds of hate have now turned into pain.

Listen up! You can't ignore us anymore.

Hold fast, my friend, it's time to embrace this rave.

Face the truth! We are your deep and dark reflections.

The ones who really are in charge in here.

Look at you! What did you really think this game was?

You can't erase demonic wrath at will.

"What do you want from me?" I ask you in my dreams

I gave it all and never found a spark of peace.

"What do I have to do? What do I need to prove?

What is the price for finally being rid of you?".

And now I am back to the square one, where I cry my shame.

I fake a smile and tell them everything will be okay.

How do I know that in this mirror we still see the same.

I'm back in square one and about to break myself.

I know what you've been through. I've walked this road before.

In body, mind and soul I've felt that hollow core.

But time has taught me well to rise above the haze

To break the chains of self and step beyond the maze.

Look at us! Not through the pieces of your mirror.

But through my eyes, sincere and without tricks.

Look at you! Behold the blinding shadows fading

And feel the healing power of your tears.

"What do you want from me?" I ask to face the truth.

Show me a way to see that I'm not made of stone.

I finally can see. I have nothing to prove.

Give me a new song to shout my truth to the world.

And now I am back in the square one to embrace my pain.

I smile at last cause nothing now will be the same.

Hold high your weapon and just follow me into this game.

I'm back in square one and about to blow your head.