Who Am I?
I am afraid to be alone, and I don't know why.
All night I tried to be myself, but I couldn't tell how.
I don't know when this all began, "acts" piled up and fake commends.
I want it all over.
Throughout the years I've been so blind, but now it's clear.
The sad truth is,
I've got nothing to lose, and nobody cares what do I do.
But if I don't do anything, I know that I'll be on my knees.
Breathing like rats, instead of bleeding out my regrets.
So I'm begging please, I don't want to lie anymore.
Not him nor to her. And not to me.