- cifra
The eyes, looking so cold
Condemn failure
And seek for perfection
What will never be attained
They're judging the denying face which stares back
A bewildered revelation
Show me objectivity
And let these eyes judge again
You cannot touch what you can't ever obtain
I'm inexhaustible
As well as empty in my bitter search
My words are yours
my voice speaks for your thoughts
I am your mirror without remorse
your reflection without doubts
I fall and fall
I must learn from the bruises
The scars will be my guide
There's no excuse in ignorance
No time for weakness or regret
Face your mirror without doubt
Your reflection without remorse
If knowledge was wisdom
And wisdom the key to inner rest
Teach me
