I lay here, confused about where I am
I feel my body and I feel my skin
But it's this unnerving feeling I keep seeming to get
I don't know it yet.

And I ensile other thoughts, knowing what you need
I ask and answer anything
I feel so disconnected to who I am
I don't know who, and I definitely don't understand.

I ask you so many times how I can
Alleviate this pain, don't ask me how I am
I cannot answer, if I don't know
How do we seem so disconnected, two days ago we were so close.

You think I'm causing trouble
I would know when I am
I'm causing it to myself and my mind
I feel a sense of being snubbed, who knows why?

It's that frustration that I can't get to go
It's that feeling of failing but underserving, never saying no
Mistrusted, misrepresented, misunderstood by myself
That's what I am.