I'm loosing my nerve.
But all of me you deserve.
Stuck in silence, I swim in fear.
Falsifying myself to myself.
Do you want a different version of me -
A vision of perfection, a hypocrisy -
or the truth, the real me?
I was always told:
"Don't ask the questions, if you fear the answers, wait for signs, don't bring disaster."
Well, welcome to nowhere
...You've found me....
Caught in a self-involved tug of war.
This is where I live, this is where I breath.
I don't have a painted mask,
I don't want to regret,
I feel an old persona inside
begging to be set free -
In the end will I bend?
