In front of the mirror
My fears reflect my indecision
The truth comes from desperate moments
And everybody gets hurt.
Today, somehow, I’ve decided to suffer just for a moment.
I’ve decided to let myself get hurt.
I’m bleeding, weak and needy,
but I won’t die at the end of the war.
Some soldiers are willing to protect me
But their weapons aren’t stronger than mine
I refuse to receive any kind of help
Cause I don’t want them to die if they dare to try.
In front of the mirror I’m a warrior
A moment’s indecision when I see your face
But you are my enemy
And , somehow, you will see yourself defeated