I am not who I was yesterday.
I'm afraid I don't know who I am today.
I t h o u g h t I knew this morning,
But I'm afraid I'm not so sure anymore.
I'm not certain my muchness, isverymuchatall.
If you ask me to explain myself,
That's just a task that I cannot do.
Is it because Iammad?
Or am I?
You see, that question is like a riddle,
ariddlewithnoanswer.
Maybe we'll n e v e r know.
Just like we'll never know why a r a v e n is like a w r i t i n g - d e s k.
I am not who I was yesterday.
I'm afraid I don't know who I am today.
I t h o u g h t I knew this morning,
But I'm afraid I'm not so sure anymore.
I'm not certain my muchness, isverymuchatall.
If you ask me to explain myself,
That's just a task that I cannot do.
Is it because Iammad?
Or am I?
You see, that question is like a riddle,
ariddlewithnoanswer.
Maybe we'll n e v e r know.
Just like we'll never know why a r a v e n is like a w r i t i n g - d e s k.
Your words
Your cynicism
It Hurts
It's so painful
That I bruise
Myself
My ideas
My goals
Are not yours to twist
Into some dark
And lonely place
It's my choice