Who Am I?

CVLD BLVVDED

Deep in my mind, I wonder who I am, I don't really feel alive, without any name, Breath and life are not the same, I'm drowning in my questions inside, but I can't find an answer to them, Life is as if not yours, Everything is only getting worse, This feeling's like some kind of curse, And I'm locked up with this burden with closed doors, The thoughts in my head are a maze, This is a ball of thread that can't be deciphered, I try to put a smile on my tired face, I just want to understand who I am But all is in vain... Cold blooded, why do you deny your true nature? Don't you look at the violence with pleasure? Erase all norms forget about all measures, EVERYONE CHANGES UNDER PRESSURE! Nah, nah, nah, Humanity is still in me, My second personality is killing me, Fighting with yourself will lead to the death of both, Crying for some help will not save me 'cause I'm closed, Even if you wanted to, you couldn't read my thoughts, Because some kind of consciousness is pushing me out, I try my best to hold on but it knocks me off... Deep in my mind, I wonder who I am, I don't really feel alive, without any name, Breath and life are not the same, I'm drowning in my questions inside, but I can't find an answer to them, Life is as if not yours, Everything is only getting worse, This feeling's like some kind of curse, And I'm locked up with this burden with closed doors, The thoughts in my head are a maze, This is a ball of thread that can't be deciphered, I try to put a smile on my tired face, I just want to understand who I am But all is in vain...

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