Lyrics

In the mirror’s gaze, I stand perplexed, A stranger stares back, unfamiliar eyes, I wonder, A canvas of sorrow, painted in muted sighs. How did this image come to be? How? [Sinister Chorus[ The lines etched on my face, like ancient runes, Tell stories of battles fought, victories won, Yet the reflection distorts, twists my truth, Leaving me lost, (lost) adrift, undone (undone) How did this image come to be? How? This Image is a Lie (a Lie) look at me (look) it's me (me) Remember me (remember) You know me (You know)