night , sleep , death and the stars

Ashes

I woke up once , trying to forget what I had yesterday

my mind tried to run , but there was no road

I was trying to scream but my life was in mode silent

why do I have to care ? life is so unfair

who am I to change destiny who am I to change minds ?

All that we are is the result of what we have thought

for a second I looked at the mirror to solve this ambiguous question

why am I alive ? breathing the air I do not worth

the mirror broke to little pieces

a wise voice uppon my head ordered me to gather them all up

I did , I looked good in that broken mirror