My head goes numb,
My thoughts die young.
I can no longer remember where I came from.
This is the transformation...
It is so sudden.
I am no longer me; I am another personality.
My actions and words, performed differently.
Lost in a trance, in the zone I am free,
Having released all my responsibilities.

Passing by,
I can feel your eyes,
As I put on a blank face -
It is my disguise.
I do not want you to see
What you do to me,
Feeling my heart skip yet another beat.
Tall, handsome, and mysterious.
Yes, those are the perfect ingredients.
That is all it takes; I am drawn to you.
I am hooked on your mystery,
Stuck like glue.

She's half twisted, she's half pure.
She's one-hundred percent human and nothing more.
She's someone you could choose to love or abhor.
She is not concerned with your opinion anymore.
She has an innocent side at the best of times,
With a cloud of darkness trailing not far behind.
She can be cruel as much as she can be kind.
She can be stubborn but strives for an open mind.
She is far from perfect; she is far from pristine.
If you look close, you'll notice her hands are not clean.
Judge her not only by what she says but what she means.
She is much more than at first glance she may seem.

As I climb,
You push me down.
You're the reason why
I can't make a sound.
You have me gagged, you have me bound.
I lose my center as you spin me 'round.
Off balance, I fall and try to get back up.
You hold me there, asking if I've had enough.
When I say yes, you just say, "Yeah, so what?"
Then you keep on torturing me;
You don't give a ****.

I inch so close to opening up.
I want so badly to not close myself off.
Hinting at the truth but never fully revealing it.
Can't be too obvious, have to keep it mysterious.

I'm tired of this act; why do I do this to myself?
It would be so easy and freeing to reach out for help.
Why can't I just give in and trust someone else?
I'm too embarrassed to do it, to express my real self.

Sometimes I surprise myself
With my own smile
Somehow it convinces me
I'm fine for a while
Then suddenly,
Without a whisper of a warning,
I no longer have any strength to get up in the morning.

Please stop looking at the world with a black and white filter,
Painting it like a biased picture.
Your mind wants to think simple; it does not want to think deep.
I think you're afraid of taking that leap.
Don't tell me what to believe, at the very least.
Everyone has their own soul, so unique.
We can all think for ourselves, we don't need to keep
A guidebook around like a flock of sheep.