I'd like to stop breathing right now; to stand where I can see.
What they'd all say and whisper, what they truly think of me?
I'd like to loose all I have left; to see if I would care.
Would I cry? Would I suffer, would I give up, deem it fair?
I'd like to feel pain, more than I have ever known.
Be it a broken heart, or agonizing end, true expressions shown?
I'd like to hear the answers, and mull over the facts.
I wonder if I'd go crazy, will my sanity be intact?
I'd like to be cut open, my soul laid out for show.
As one last attempt to understand, do I really want to know?
With the infinite paths and prospects, its no wonder I'm who I am.
I question and I ponder, where is truth and what's a sham?