As I ran down, gasping for air,
I knew what this might cause.
Every step I take leads to disaster.
I knew it was time, I had to pause.

For every beat of my heart along with the ticking of the clock,
I knew what I was missing. I had to go back.
Remembering all the moments caused me pain.
At least now I know, love and patience is what I lack.

Why have I been involved in this chaos?
Now things seem more complicated.
Darkness, darkness is coming for me.
Everything is changing. Now I'm hated.

Constant thinking. Overthinking.
This is killing me.
It is pulling me back and locking me away.
I want no more. I need to flee.

How can I end this madness?
This is getting out of hand.
There's too little time.
My only option is to move out of this land.

But I know that is not the only way.
For this is all just inside my head.
I urgently need to stop this insanity.
At least without this awareness, I could have been dead.

It is all my fault.
I am the one who have caused this trouble.
I think of solutions, but never put into action.
I know by time, this disaster would double.

I wait and wait.
I am wasting my time for nothing.
Living each day in idleness,
But with little hope, I know there is something...

But how can I go far with this behavior?
I am still lost.
I don't who I am.
I need to decide. Time is running fast

Yes, I know it takes time,
But i keep dreaming about this repeatedly.
Why am I struggling to move on?
Maybe I need to try more proficiently.

I thought I was the hardworking and optimistic type
I was wrong.
I am so ashamed of myself.
Perhaps I have kept this far too long...

Who am I?
The question still bothers me.
I know who I prefer to be,
But i think it is time to show the real me.

I am afraid.
I don't want them to see this beast.
I don't want to know what they'll think of me then.
Once I've unleashed this monster or at least...

I have endured this for quite a long time.
I don't want them to know that this is ravaging me,
But if I don't let it out soon it will devour me.
Still, I am worried. This might define me.

For I do not know my true identity.
But I can tell, how I am in front of you is not show nor an act
Sorry for messing up. You mean a lot to me.
The way I say I love you is indeed a genuine fact.