If you could see through me
you probably will choose to close your eyes
what is inside is not very pleasant
it's not what would you choose to know
but I'm tired of hiding myself
hiding what I really feel
What I actually am
a lier
a traitor
a thief
I'm stealing time
I'm grabbing what I can't
But I can't go backwards
backwards is where I lost my self
where everything became confusing
Now every part of me is blurry
is broken
fading.
I lie about who I am
I'm nothing close to the person that you have met
I'm nothing close to whom I pretend
I'm scared
frighten to lose you
to lose us
to lose me
again
and again.
I'm weak
you probably can tell
at this point in life
Can you see me on my cell?
