So again,
You would rather leave
Than prove yourself to me
That I am wrong.
What am I  to you?
I have questioned this myself for quite too long.
What are you to me?
I have known and yet I am still in doubt.
What are we doing?
I am drowning in this misery
And the last hope of breath
Is still uncertain
As flow of glee
To a masked man.

I don’t know
I don’t know