Testo Reason

As I look in to this old mirror
I see my reflection staring back at me
Who is this man I see before me
Why am I so afraid of what I see?

Please give me reason to live
Please give me reason to breath
Please give me reason to live Please give me reason to breath

A dead man walking and a dead man talking I am
Full of imperfection and 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 breath
Please give me reason to live
Please give me reason to breath