as i look into this old mirror

i see my reflection staring back at me

and who is this man i see before me

and why am i so afraid of what i see



please give me reason to live

please give me reason to breathe



a dead man walking, a dead man talking i am

full of imperfection, full of sin

how did i become like, like this

maybe, just maybe it always has been



please give me reason to live

please give me reason to breathe

please give me reason to live

please give me reason breathe



please give me reason to live

please give me reason to breathe

please give me reason to live

please give me reason to breathe