Long time ago I feel the urge to be different,
to be different from others
to be me as I want to be.
But that long time ago was always been a dream for me.

I speak like I am perfect, I act like I know everything but who am I to do this,
despite I know to myself that this is not the real me.
As I always speak, I always keep everything;
As I always does everything, I always hide from everything.

I started to feel nothing at all
I started to hide from all
And I became no one from this all,
As I always don't know who I am and who I want to be.

Long time ago I was not bother,
But that long time ago is gone as I don't know.
To be me is being a fake one of being the real you;
To be me is nothing but secrets and lies of the real me.

aleczczmadriaga //