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Take a look at my bleeding hands.
Why am I the way that I am?
A single look into the mirror.
Why am I the way that I am?
A single punch and my life crashes down.
Seven years of broken good luck.
Seven years of bad luck.
Take a look at my bleeding hands.
Why am I the way that I am?
God, please come down and heal these wounds
God, please come down and break these lies
The shards of my life lie,
Glistening on the floor.
What once saw it all,
Now sees nothing at all.
So strong and yet so frail,
This mirror comes crashing down.
So strong and yet so frail,
My life comes crashing down.
Take a look at my bleeding hands.
Why am I the way that I am?
God won't we please come down,
And heal these wounds.
A single look into the mirror,
Why am I the way that I am?
Why am I the way that I am?
A single look into the mirror.
Why am I the way that I am?
A single punch and my life crashes down.
Seven years of broken good luck.
Seven years of bad luck.
Take a look at my bleeding hands.
Why am I the way that I am?
God, please come down and heal these wounds
God, please come down and break these lies
The shards of my life lie,
Glistening on the floor.
What once saw it all,
Now sees nothing at all.
So strong and yet so frail,
This mirror comes crashing down.
So strong and yet so frail,
My life comes crashing down.
Take a look at my bleeding hands.
Why am I the way that I am?
God won't we please come down,
And heal these wounds.
A single look into the mirror,
Why am I the way that I am?
