My mirror, how many years till now have i changed? My mirror, how many years till now, how many times have i lost?

My mirror, you know my story, you know what i saw and what i got scared of.

How many time did i stand in front of you and said this is the end of me? My mirror, you know my story. I'm tired of this world.

I'm tires and clueless whats wrong. Every day i live a year. Is it possible this is the end of me? My mirror, oh what i lost, what i found, what's chances are left?

My mirror, my heart is tired for real from all these stories. My mirror, you know my story.

My wounds are leaving and drawing a my end path. My mirror, you know my story.

My heart is broken and my wounds are open. From day to day, i havent been happy. Tell me, where is my beginning?