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