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Things won´t turn to good by itself

So, you have to make them better

Trying to be good every day

But You're just losing Your power

The game named life played by many

You play, you cry, you bleed

Unknowns are making the show

They know what You want to see

Look in the mirror, look into Yourself

Sharp blade in Your hand

Look in the mirror, look into Yourself

Carry on or call the Death

It doesn't matter what You see

Doesn´t matter what You say

Doesn´t matter what You have

You are still bad

You are walking on a dark road

Searching for the light

But the end of tunnel

Is too far

You want to forget your nightmares

They come true by days

Never ending stories

Laughing at Your face