Maybe now,
Maybe this time,
Maybe there's a chance
To start over again
And see everything fall into place.

Looking into the mirror;
It's not the old me that I see,
The one that I long to see
But a new scarred face,
With cynical eyes and smile.

The abyss is looking into me,
All the fears and shadows
Keep haunting me at nights,
Still trying to keep me down,
To take what's rightfully mine.

But I'm still standing on my own two feet,
High above the world and facing the rain,
Excepting that nothing will be the same again.
I don't know what I will become,
It's in the hands of destiny now.