What if I told you that I’m lost?
So can I be found…?
What if I told you that everyone hate me?
So does love truly exist…?
What if I told you that I can’t change?
But everyone wants me to…
What if I told you that I am Pain?
Or am I outlined by it?
What if I told you I’ve lost my love?
Does this make me hate?
What if I told you I have no more love to give?
It’s been abused enough…
What if I told you I have forgotten how to live?
Am I truly alive?
What if I told you I’m afraid to love?
Or is love afraid of me?
What if I told you that I’m gone?
But I don’t remember where I’ve been…
What if I told you that I’m lower that the dirt?
Or at least that what I’ve been told…
What if I told you all I need is love?
But it doesn’t exist…
What if I told you all I need is tolerance?
Is that too much to ask…?
What if I told you I can’t be who I am?
Who am I…?
What if I told you that I died a long time ago?
Or was I ever alive…?