Lyrics
I made one step back and reached out my hand
I took a step backward and extended my hand.
To touch my picture in the mirror
I reached out to touch my reflection in the mirror.
I'm sticking in an amour of fear
I am trapped in an armor of fear.
Observing my image from the outside
Examining my own image from an external perspective.
I can't believe what's left of myself
I find it hard to believe what remains of my identity.
I always tried my best and I never justified
I consistently did my best without justifying myself.
I tried so hard but in the end it doesn't even matter
Despite my efforts, the outcome seems insignificant.
Nobody's out there, no one to hold my hand
Feeling alone, with no one to offer support.
I can't believe what's left of myself
I find it hard to believe what's left of me.
My time is up
Indicating the end of a period or opportunity.
I feel like I'm gone as long before - my time is up
Expressing a sense of being gone, reminiscent of the past.
My time is up
Reiteration of the finality or conclusion of a period.
I made one step back and reached out my hand
Repeating the action of stepping back and reaching towards the reflection.
To touch my picture in the mirror
Reiterating the act of touching the mirror image.
I'm sticking in an armor of fear
Emphasizing being ensnared in a defensive state of fear.
Observing my image from the outside
Continuing to observe oneself from an external viewpoint.
I can't believe what's left of myself
Struggling to accept what remains of the individual identity.
I feel like I'm gone as long before, my time is up
Echoing the sentiment of feeling gone, as if it happened long ago.
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