Stigmata کے بول

I made one step back and reached out my hand... to touch my picture in the mirror I'm sticking in an amour of fear Observing my image from the outside I can't believe what's left of myself... I always tried my best and I never justified I tried so hard but in the end it doesn't even matter nobody's out there, no one to hold my hand I can't believe what's left of myself my time is up I feel like I'm gone as long before - my time is up my time is up I made one step back and reached out my hand to touch my picture in the mirror I'm sticking in an armour of fear observing my image from the outside I can't believe what's left of myself... I feel like I'm gone as long before - my time is up