I believe it myself, I am losing my mind. The days are getting longer and yet I'm running out of time. You seem to help me out, you give me great advice but is giving up something I love for someone who isn't really there right? Every dream is a nightmare and every nightmare is reality. It's too late for help because I've already lost it. Just by looking at me, you'd never be able to tell I was insane. There's no need to point the finger because I'm the one to blame. I started the car, you just pushed the gas. I have some normal times but never seem to last. Confusion takes over and I dint know what to do, then I turn around and all I see is you. All sanity has disappeared everything is all so strange. I'm not sure who to fear, life's at such short range. Every dream is a nightmare and every nightmare is reality. Please tell me who you are, I'd really like to know. You steer me in so many directions, I'm not sure which way to go. I'm not sure who I am anymore, you've changed me in so many ways. Tell me who you are as I count down my dying days. What do you want from me? What do you want me to be? Deep inside reality is that you're actually me
