It feels so odd, lying awake.
I can feel my bones about to break.
Suddenly, I gasp for breath.
This wounded soul will cause my death.
Regardless, I can't choose my dreams.
They're nightmares; not like how they seem.
Some say they know what they hear.
But real things aren't how they appear.
I can't take back what I have said.
Can't take back life; already dead.
But if I could, I'd tell you now.
I don't know who I am, and proud.
You can't be who you want to be.
That's just a myth; a lie.
If you want to know who you are.
The answer lies inside.
I would re-live the time I've wasted.
Acting oblivious; confused.
Time that will never be returned.
To it's full and propper use.
I can't explain the world I'm in.
I'll just leave it at that.
Because I know I'm wasting yours-
And I know it for a fact.
