Past, present, future

I look at the mirror
I cannot see my face
Am I gone?
Am I the end of human race?

I look at the mirror
A tear touches my cheek
as the world goes round
I think I'm going to be sick

I look at the mirror
the image is now blurred
Anything can change
my voice hardly heard.

The beginning to the path
the path leads to the and.
You do the math
and don't pretend
that you don't know who we are
cause we are not your friends.