Justify

Nothing that I can justify to myself - at least not love!
When I try to wash my hands off, to throw my dirt to the sky...
It looks back; laughs at me! Am I fake, am I a selfish?
Who could lie to the sky? I guess, I am fake, I am selfish

The mirror screams at me... yeah that's the ugly me
Ugly, for it being controlled by the time
for its wish to hold back the time and sometimes bring back the time
That's the mindless me? Could anyone play with time?


There's a restlessness - to revert the past, to rush to the future
They mock, the angels... it seems no mercy for me. No reason to smile
The past is to remorse and the future is to end soon
Alas! I still can't justify...theirs' and mine; acts and destinies
For, that's been a selfish me, that's been a ugly me