She took everything, and the shell of who I was is left, cold as ice with action without regrets, deep soul searching I'm looking for my emotions got me fighting myself like pankration, searching for help, they said mediation I practiced what they preach still no salvation...there's an emptiness inside and I can't fill the void, I'm always anxious and easily annoyed.
With all my colors removed, I'm a blank slate with my mindset in a blank state trying so desperately to escape...but I can't escape myself….. But who am I? Is the question being asked, I'm just a helpless loner hiding behind a mask.