Figure In The Mirror کے بول

Every time you put this mask on your face A little piece of your soul dies away The figure in the mirror`s not me A different reality It's just a picture that you see From my true self, I do flee What I feel and what I see I do through eyes of an enemy Forced by powers pushing me Resulting in fear and misery I change myself to fit the needs During this mutation my heart bleeds Trying to adjust to society Not anymore, I want to be free Only a few could break the shell Surrounding my soul`s polluted well Drink from it and you will see All the pain that rests in me It is like a Pandora's box With a number of haunted locks The one who sees deep inside Knows all the feelings I do hide Once you took a look inside of me You decide between joy and misery If you abuse the things you know...