Paradoxical conversation, Irresolvable internal
This is my own pain, this is my own sign, this is, my own
These are my own reasons; these are my own feelings,
And I need to know what I've done.
My heart is pounding, my mind is holding on to words that
have been said.
Don't know what's wrong, I know
I don't think its real here; I don't think it's really
Innocence of me, against everything I learnt to be, this
isn't real, this is all fake.
So I feel, and I fade, but nothing can erase me.