I can't think straight no matter how hard I try
Nobody likes to hear how I feel deep inside
I rather lie, speak the words of dishonesty and delusion
Confusion, I'm substituting my pain, I'm polluted
Unwell, unwise, unfortunate to be stuck in
a disguise
A mask a shadow, a phase is what they say
Because how could I possibly know who I am?
When my mental status remains the
same :(
