
Am I really myself when i’m around you?
I’m having nightmares, dirty and sick, that this is not me…
Am I really living another man’s life?
You’re so sick of me, you’d tear me apart if you only had the opportunity
Yet, you keep coming back.
How come you don’t run away and hide , can you not see , you’re living in my scary dreams
Your coloured pens can’t paint my soul anymore
This is only grey, it’s shades , they all have washed away.
I know, I searched for another man with the same tracks and lines
All in all, it’s just not in control,
Behind all these masquerades
It’s just me.
This is only a crisis, stay besides me, it’s just that one of my nightmares has come to be.
