| Song | Not the Strong |
| Artist | Novembers Doom |
| Album | Reflecting in Grey Dusk |
| 作曲 : Burnley, Kuhr, Roberts | |
| How many times have | |
| I fallen before you | |
| How much longer can | |
| I go on To raise to my feet, to try this game again | |
| I often point fingers of blame | |
| If only my mother knew the real me | |
| Her heart would break, for | |
| I am shame | |
| Not the strong man she raised from birth | |
| A coward, a child, and a scared soul | |
| In my dreams, | |
| I can fly away | |
| And look back through tears of pain | |
| Even if I were to never awake | |
| I would still have my downtime | |
| If only my mother knew the real me | |
| Her heart would break, for | |
| I am shame | |
| Not the strong man she raised from birth | |
| A coward, a child, and a scared soul | |
| A sweet embrace from honest love | |
| Just won't be enough this time | |
| If I had the cure, to save myself | |
| I would then know how you feel | |
| If only my mother knew the real me | |
| Her heart would break, for | |
| I am shame | |
| Not the strong man she raised from birth | |
| A coward, a child, and a scared soul |
| zuò qǔ : Burnley, Kuhr, Roberts | |
| How many times have | |
| I fallen before you | |
| How much longer can | |
| I go on To raise to my feet, to try this game again | |
| I often point fingers of blame | |
| If only my mother knew the real me | |
| Her heart would break, for | |
| I am shame | |
| Not the strong man she raised from birth | |
| A coward, a child, and a scared soul | |
| In my dreams, | |
| I can fly away | |
| And look back through tears of pain | |
| Even if I were to never awake | |
| I would still have my downtime | |
| If only my mother knew the real me | |
| Her heart would break, for | |
| I am shame | |
| Not the strong man she raised from birth | |
| A coward, a child, and a scared soul | |
| A sweet embrace from honest love | |
| Just won' t be enough this time | |
| If I had the cure, to save myself | |
| I would then know how you feel | |
| If only my mother knew the real me | |
| Her heart would break, for | |
| I am shame | |
| Not the strong man she raised from birth | |
| A coward, a child, and a scared soul |