Time is said to be a great healer, but it can also be a killer.
Where have those childhood moments gone to? Who are you?
Time, what did you do with the old me? It is like a thriller.
That little boy passed away, where is he? I haven't got a clue.
Are you satisfied with the man he grew up to be? Is he better?
The man who fell in love three times, but was not loved back.
Tell me, is he handsome? Is he smart? Is he free or fettered?
Mirror mirror on the wall, is he walking through the right track?
Is he more happy than not? Is he a success of a total failure?
Has he been good or is he wasted? Is he a hero or a villain?
Whose lips is he dying to kiss? Whom does he want to lure?
Is it Daniel? Is it that boy from the cafeteria? Is it Dylan?
Tick tock, time can save, but it cannot be saved. It mocks you.
Time can wreck, but it cannot be wrecked. What can you do?
Mirror mirror on the wall, is he confident or is he still shy?
Tell me, is he still a larva or a butterfly with wings to fly?
Mirror mirror on the wall, is he still weak or is he bold?
Talk to me through the glass, he's felt sad, that is crystal clear.
Mirror mirror on the wall, is his heart warm or cold?
You tell he wants to see the world, he wants to cross frontiers.
Now he feels that he knows who he is, what he is aiming for.
Now he feels undefeatable, that is what his reflection swore.
Tick tock, they say time is a great healer, but it is also a killer.
Where have those childhood moments gone to? Who are you?
Tick tock, what did you do with the old me? It's like a thriller.
That little boy passed away, where is he? I haven't got a clue.
He is right here, in front of me, but he doesn't look the same.
He is here, he may have changed, but he still has that name.
He is right here, he is not seven anymore, but seventeen.
He is here, the little boy is part of his memory, he's a teen.
He caresses the mirror on the wall, trying to get back his recall.
The kid who played with dolls, smiles at the man, not so small.
Mirror mirror on the wall, reflection of the past, so innocent;
Is the little boy me? Am I his future and my present? Is he his present and my past?
We are the same, but yet I can tell us apart; who turned him into me? How turned the carefree child into a young man?
Tick tock, tick tock, it keeps flashing by, tick tock, tick tock, it won't stop for the night. It can neither be caught, not pursued.
Tick tock, tick tock, it keeps going by, tick tock, tick tock, it keeps changing overnight. What can fly, but has no wings?
Tick tock, tick tock, is it the clock? It's not. It can open doors, but when it comes to lives, it might as well lock. Did I not tell you it likes to mock?
Time is ticking and the answer has not been found, it is the first word of the line above, you need to turn around.
Time did us apart, but I still own a bit of that little boy, even if it is only a part.
We are one and it will forever be so, I see it in my reflection, our smiles are aglow.
