| The silence awakes me
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| My heartbeat would so easily reveal me
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| Who am I? |
| What is left? |
| Is it my mind?
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| That constantly deceives me
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| I am beginning to doubt me
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| If what I feel and see is real
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| It seems as if I exist in different worlds
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| There is one in darkness
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| One is loss of time
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| One of self-doubt and one of hurt
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| All my pride has left me
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| My value as a human has been extinguished
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| My close ones, those who love
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| Disbelieve me, won’t believe me
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| So I got no-one to confide in
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| And what worse is
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| I’m beginning to accept this
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| My body is become my prison
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| My keepers are what you would call… fiction
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| I am beginning to doubt me
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| If what I feel and see is real
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| It seems as if I exist in different worlds
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| There is one in darkness
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| One is loss of time
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| One of self-doubt and one of hurt
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| «Oh my God, it’s happening again. |
| They’re here. |
| There are more than me.
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| Oh please don’t touch me. |
| What did I do? |
| I don’t want to be here.
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| I don’t wanna be here, I want to go home. |
| Oh please don’t touch me,
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| please don’t touch me. |
| I wanna go home.»
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| I am beginning to doubt me
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| If what I feel and see is real
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| It seems as if I exist in different worlds
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| There is one in darkness
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| One is loss of time
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| One of self-doubt and one of hurt
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| I am beginning to doubt me
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| If what I feel and see is real
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| It seems as if I exist in different worlds
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| There is one in darkness
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| One is loss of time
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| One of self-doubt and one of hurt |