You don't know me because I don't know myself
Shed me bare,
expose my skin I want to know myself
Am I plastic?
A consumer of what I do I'm always
assuming the words spoken by you
I'm falling aimlessly over the ground
Reforming my body over the
bruises that I've
grown Sometimes
I'm weak,
my shape you cannot mold
But I
always wish that I'm a light you want to follow
Silence in the noises,
expressions in the sounds
The lonely thought above my head is yet to float past
Consulting constellations,
I'm asking them why I am where I am
When will the breath of day bleed fire?
Constellations,
I'm asking them why Am I just a part of this?
A stranger to the time?
Well, my
body is just a shape
The earth is yet to break down
Am I just a part of this?
A stranger to the time?
Well, my
body is just a shape But within it,
my soul is found
I don't know myself