I don't know who I am.

I can't be the same person everyday, but I don't even want to be a different entity.
It's like releasing toxins within the body and consuming its own cells.
It's like questioning about your own existence.
It's like sitting alone in front of the crowd waiting for no one.
It's like a dog looking for a comfortable space around you when you're restless within yourself.

I'm not even sure about the songs I'm playing selectively, voice screaming invisibly are heavier than I ever thought it would be.

I might be waiting for myself to get accustomed to talking about the other side.
But I don't even deserve to keep your impressions within me and let them breathe under my skin, and I'm sorry that I talk alot and sometimes nothing.

I'm sorry, perhaps I can never explain why, I don't know who I am.