Looking myself in the mirror
So dull covered with terror
Failures and Frustration
Seems like a dirty reflection
So sad face it seems
Treasure beyond the golden streams
Climb these muddy terraces
Perseverance behind this faces
Ends will only just it's beginning
Ming refresh after vanishing
Worst days are flames of cries
I'm just a kid that's full of lies
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