I turn towrds the door torn with fear
Afaid this could be it , the end is near
My eyes close tighter all the night
Asking myself if the time is right
I look around and nothing to see
Exept a broken soul in the mirror and that is me
I can't stand stand to bare it it's just to hard
Nothing around me but I broken glass shard
The tears drip off my face as a stand up to leave
I can't give up I just have to believe
Forget it there is no hope there is no faith 
So I pick up the shard and put it in its place
My soul is relieved of the unbarebale pain
And the story is written all over my face