I don't know who I am.
Don't ask me who I am.
Don't tell me who I am, cos I don't want to know.
Something beginning, is it really me? Am I me without my memories?
A sea of questions desperate to be sought.
Are these really answers that I want?
Glass reflecting things that I don’t know - eyes keep showing me a stranger’s soul.
But it’s a blessing in disguise, these inconsequential eyes, because hurts are so much easier to soothe if I don’t know the truth.
An unlocked chain which has no key, just make sure to stay away from me.
It’s out of touch it’s insecure.
There’s danger in chasing this unknown lure.
No fleet, no deep and pulling tryst, I’m begging; enter at your own risk because this mineshaft is about to blow. (whoa)
You cannot see what’s underneath, ‘cause I keep emotion buried deep.
These insufferable lies are so much better than what they hide.
It’s really unimportant, that identifying sordid character of who I used to be.
No it really doesn't matter anyway.
A mind fragmented over time will heal, chameleonic tails we feel.
But we’re stronger for it all, but growth necessitates this fall.
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