The sky it’s grey, it’s cold outside,
And on this road, that’s made of stone,
I walk alone.
A broken mirror, a broken image,
There’s two of me, there are two masks,
Which one is real,
I dare not ask.
A smile, brighter than the sun,
Hides a silent scream,
Silent, just like a broken dream.
I walk alone, on this road made of stone,
I walk alone, but I am not alone.
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