Do you know who I am?
the question that I ask myself
every day,
at least once,
in front of the mirror,
And the answer that I get will always be
the same,the same dam'n thing,
Only a look, nothing else
in front of the mirror.
The hate in his eyes,
The hate in the mirror,
and I start to shout,
In front of the mirror,
you're worth nothing
you're fake,
and I still don't know who I am,
In front of the mirror.