So many faces and so many illusions,
Which one is really him?
Or are they all part of who he is?
Everyday he changes and a little by little
Of him vanishes and it's like he's moving
Away faster than I can keep up
Changing and becoming everything I'm against
And everything I believe in
At least the few I have left.
He has changed me so.
I've seen a few of them, ones I don't know
And scared to know
His look of pure hatred and evil
Like he no longer has control over himself
I look into his murderous eyes
And I no longer know who he is, who he really is.
Sometimes I wonder how much of his is left
Day by day,
And how long it will stay before it goes away as well.
I know the world doesn't revolve around me
I know he is his own person
But he is also my best friend
And he means a lot to me
I doubt I would be able to stand
Losing him and not having him there as my friend no longer
And sometimes the world does revolve around me
But only if I'm in danger but I hardly ever am
Because I can take care of myself
He is a protector of all that he loves
I still wonder sometimes if he
Is really who he says he is?
Or is it all just a mask of illusions?
I'm no longer sure...
