(Everything will perish at the time and eventually be back as it always do)
Look at me closely in every angle I’m not such good person Portraying in light, staying near darkest side Impulsive destructions bursting out from subconscious
Both selfish and selfless, avoiding and reckless The pleaser’s mask always hide huge shattered guilt All pieces approaching to neck and i’m choking Is it overthinking, or not thinking enough?
Can’t tell a lot because it’ll break me So egoistic, that’s what she said No, really, who am I even? I’m worth it? My thoughts are so different in every line
I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry I never wanted this I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry I never wanted me to be like this
(S-O-R-R-Y, sorry) (S-O-R-R-Y)
Nothing and all at the same time Expectations are covered in gasoline Close to the edge, waiting to be burned alive I just want to get drunk and watch something die
So out of sense, so out of track Brain full of doubts, the eternal plague Third view observe In distorted mind own figure cannot be identified
(Yeah…It’s something that was bothering me lately. I mean, it’s not always been like this, is it? Or…I’m not sure in my own words and experience. I’m really sorry if I spoke with no actual sense there. It’s…Everything will perish at the time, right? But I’m afraid it eventually be back, as it always do)
(Is it always do?)
(Unable to take away the stare out of the mirror, as well as gather all the thoughts in a single piece. You lost yourself, but you can’t be sure even in this state. Did you ever have yourself in a first place?)