Whiterose - Crossing The Line

Cold as ice breathing,
behind my back i feel somebody
whispers to my ear.
I cannot stand this,
that's me crossing the line
between my minds,
crossing the line.
I look in the mirror
'Hello, that's you'.
You laugh in my face
so long and so cruel
smoking the cigarette.
I'm looking for the truth
about my life, my faith, my hopes.
My or me?
Everytime I wake up with myself.
Everytime I sleep with myself.
Everytime behind my back I feel myself.
Everytime I die with myself.
I cannot stand...