Madness can come from the mind or the heart
Ending is never as good as the start
Nothing is ever as good as your dream
Nothing is ever as bad as
Psycholigical confusion
Is caused by the inability
To reconcile different elements
On my own personality
I'm feeling all the wrong things, I have become my own shadow
If I could justify things, then I believe in my life
Who am I, what is me, losing my Identity
Who am I, what is me, somethings taking over
All the colours seem so vague now, sharper now here comes the pain
I have wrestled with this nightmare, now I live inside a dream
I'm going through a crisis, losing my identity
How can I reconcile this
Have I been living I lie
Who am I, what is me, losing my Identity
Who am I, what is me, somethings taking over
Nothing is ever as good as it seems
Nothing is never as goods as your dreams
The ending is never as good as the start
Madness can come from the mind of the heart
Ideas that I take for granted, are they just the seeds
That some one else has planted, right inside of me
Who I am, what is me
I am myself no longer