This is darkest side of nights
Where whisper controls my life
They try to give me answers
To questions never asked
How should I know the truth
If the answers change when the night is through?
Every night I try to end the game
That the whispers play by calling my name
Behind the mirror I see a figure of me
Behind the mirror there is me
Behind the mirror empty and hollow
Behind the mirror
“Close your eyes and go to sleep”
I say to myself, but should I be free
If every night they keep me awake
It hurts, it burns, it deeply stains
In the mirror I start to bleed
I reach for the bottle and the pill
I see there is no shadow
Voice says “you’re empty and hollow”
Mirror calls me to be near
It lures me to dear
Is this dream or is this real?
‘Cos the figure is still
Behind the mirror I see a figure of me
Behind the mirror there is me
Behind the mirror empty and hollow
Behind the mirror there is me
