Twenty years have past and i have no clue of who i am,
i sit and wonder if i made the right choices as i watch other peoples life's grow and move,
yet mine stays still,
the hand i I've bin dealt so cruel and cold,
the things Ive had to face,
maybe the person i am i have bin forced to become,
pushed by every sad and sickening moment of my life,
and no matter how hard i fight it there's no escape,
the dark cloud follows me everywhere i go determined to ruin me,
i hold on as tight as i can as my grip begins to weaken,
and i fall, constantly falling into the dark abis,
who am i.
