Reason کے بول

As I look in to this old mirror I see my reflection staring back at me Who is this man I see before me Why am I so afraid of what I see? Please give me reason to live Please give me reason to breath Please give me reason to live Please give me reason to breath A dead man walking and a dead man talking I am Full of imperfection and full of sin How did I become like, like this? Maybe, just maybe it always has been Please give me reason to live Please give me reason to breath Please give me reason to live Please give me reason to breath