Destined to remain,
full of guilt and sorrow.
Forsaken in the gole,
where I always dread tomorrow.

 Kept inside the mirror,
where nobody can see.
I'm broken into peices,
stuck here for eternity.

 Seeing others happy,
seeing them rejoice.
While I'm sitting in the corner,
did I really have a choice?

 Even then they never noticed,
never took the time.
They never really saw me,
never saw the tears I cried.

 Now, a whole year later,
they dance, and sing,and cheer.
Maybe it is better,
since they can't see me here.

 So I step into the room,
where everything took place.
The mirror is still broken,
they still can't see my face.

 Can you really blaim me,
for what I did back then?
I know that I cannot,
but I can blaim it all on them.

 They don't even care,
that it's my anniversary.
One year since the suicide,
and they still cannot see.