Stigmata

I made one step back and reached out my handTo touch my picture in the mirrorI'm sticking in an armour of fearObserving my image from the outsideI can't believe what's left of myselfI can't believe what's left of myselfI always tried my best and I never justifiedI tried so hard but in the end it doesn't even matterNobody's out there, no one to hold my handNo one to hold my handI can't believe what's left of myselfI can't believe what's left of myselfMy time is upMy time is upMy time is upMy time is upI feel like I'm gone as long before my time is upI feel like I'm gone as long before my time is upMy time is upI made one step back and reached out my handTo touch my picture in the mirrorI'm sticking in an armour of fearObserving my image from the outsideI can't believe what's left of myselfI can't believe what's left of myselfI feel like I'm gone as long before my time is upI feel like I'm gone as long before my time is up