I look in the mirror and see my tearstained face
The past and scars that I can't erase
I remember the knife I used to slit my veins open
How I hit the mirror and it lay broken
All the blood that shot out of my wrist
The angel of death had me on his list
I lay alone on the bathroom-floor
I tried to scream but my throat was sore
The pieces of the broken mirror spread around me
The reflection of my blood in them I see
My sight dimmed and everything turned black
This moment I knew there was no way back
The mirror, the blood, the ceiling disappeared
This was way worse than what I feared
But somehow I survived and here I stand
And still the devil takes me by the hand
