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

Some things just happen
Without meaning and without further reason
Some things just happen, even if we abstain it from happening
It just happens
Maybe that's how life works, things happen when we least expect it to happen
Life is never dynamic
Life is a wave, a constant flow,
Life is a cage, a locked up reality
Feelings aren't necessary, we live for experiences and we die for memories
We fall and we fail
We stay and we runaway
Life is ruined, life is a disaster

Life is frustrating
Frequent burnouts, headaches, heartaches
Seems surreal that with every pain we tend to take
Drowning was never an option

Nothingness
Vast emptiness
That's how I feel
Nothing seems to be real

Love is something we can hold on to
But it was never ours to keep
Something you made me come back to
The remedy for a heart that is undone

I didn't knew that you were poison
And everything dies within your touch
But you were also the antidote I needed much
The remedy for a heart that is undone

It was just a glimpse in time
But it felt like a lifetime
How your hands felt in mine
Made me feel that you were mine

Was it considered an experience?
Or was it just a feeling?
Was it something to be serious?
Or was it just part of healing?

'Cause you were poison, you were toxic
All you did was damage and nothing to rebuild
But what I felt was the opposite, Isn't it ironic?
In your touch, I felt the concept of being complete