What am I doing? I can feel a storm brewing Why is it so hard to be alive? Why do I want to cut with a knife?

Why can’t I reach out? She fills me with doubt. Why can’t I vent? She makes me only talk about the present. I want them to know my past They won’t care if you don’t tell it fast But there’s so much to tell! No need to yell.

It hurts. I say that a lot. It’s a reoccurring thought But I can’t tell you why, Why I can’t fly. Soon I will smile Because of her I have been for a while Soon I’ll be happy, But it won’t be me Soon she’ll come back And give me what I lack.

You’ll see me, But she is not me And she is me, At the same time.

She’ll show you how we were, Don’t mistake me for her.