To everyone,
I am a different person.
Spending night after night
Trying to figure my persona
Who I am
And who I want to be.
Who could I be?
Which me do people want me to be?
Am I just a product of society?
Loathing the idea of hatred against me
I add another persona to my stack of lies.
Just to push away the self consciousness overwhelm.

Look at me
Do you understand?
Look at me!
What it takes to be a man?

To give up your heart,
Not knowing the repercussions.
Watching it fall apart
All because we were rushing.

What does that mean?
That I was "too nice"?
All of this was a gambling game,
But you rolled the dice.

You gambled on a shattered heart,
You worked my brain to dust.
You threw away my given trust,
You ripped my love apart.