So let's pretend that my personality wasn't crap
That maybe I wasn't so attracted to poems and rap
Pretend I wasn't forced to vent my feelings to a paper and pen
That maybe I could speak to others without caving in
I'm like a house of cards, and you see the grin on my face
You let out your last breath and watch it all fade
Into the darkness, my soul floats away
And I'm so sick of these creatures and that I even have to say
"These words are my own on all these letters I've made"
So let's pretend that I could help who I am
Let's pretend I even knew who I was
But it all really disgusts me because
These people aren't who they claim to be
I don't say who what I am, because I don't even know me
I don't know what they hell I'm made of
They say it's water and blood, but which one do I trust?
With water I survive, but I'll need it like an addiction
But with blood, I'll survive, but I'll create another victim
And I'm so sick of this constant circle of doubt
I don't want to be another lost soul, how do I get out?