I was stranded and took only one thing with me.

It wasn't anything that the eyes can see.

No color, no weight, no symmetry.

I had it before I got here, where in the world could be?

It was me, only me.

I look left and I look right.

The real me is somewhere, but not in sight.

So I close my eyes to soon realize that my personality has been deprived.

Stripped from this devilish moment.

Im lost and nobody knows it.

My soul is in me, I haven't sold it.

I must have been on this island way to long.

Long enough to write this song.

Long enough to do it alone.

Long enough to find my zone.

Long enough to call it home.

Except this reality as my own.

My personality is now gone.

Now it's time for me to ride along.

 

But I can't.

I really can't.

So please just let me rant.

My personality.

You don't know how much it means to me.

It's my soul, it's my seed, let it grow and watch the leave.

It's my tree.

Every branch is a part of me.

From A, B, C and 1, 2, 3.

E and G.

I skipped the F, because I don't have an F in me.

The F stands for failure and that's not my cup of tea.

My personality is the only thing I need.

That's the only key.