Days on days,
Years on years.
I find myself asking,
Over and over again;
Screaming the big question,
Who am I?
Am I the killer,
Who bears the knife,
Or the victim,
Who has no more life?
Am I the nightmare,
That scares you out loud,
Or the dreamer,
Who's on a cloud?
Am I the hater,
Who has no more passion,
Or the lover,
Who's searching for that one companion?
Who am I?