It ends or It doesn't
The question is, Does it end, or does it end you?
Do you end it?
Or is it a new start?

Don't get caught deeply on shallow thoughts
You'll drown, Floating was never an option
Living is a choice and dying was never an option
For we die every day to live in these wave of thoughts

Let me out, let me out, voices in my head that are so loud
Banging with a terrible sound
How will I ever flee from all of this?
How will I ever be free from this abyss?

But who was I, who am I
A doubtful thought from me, myself and I
I was encaged from this mentality,
Engaged with a puzzled identity

I thought I knew who am I, but something doesn't feel right
An identity that lacks legitimacy, A two-faced persona insight
How many times should I try to find my true self hidden in plain sight?
What deception should I ever believe?

I was beaten up with lies
Handcuffed with doubts
Locked out from knowing the truth
And I was isolated from finding my own, from finding who am I

Now, judge me and tell me all my liabilities, for my mind is a courthouse
Where everything is true and everything is false
Every conviction to who I am are all conspiracies from me, myself and I
I was a prisoner of my own mind