I sometimes spend most of my nights
looking at the stars
Wondering if you’re real or just a thought
that will end up on my scars

Going to bed with emotions that cradle me up
Is frustrating cause they are the reason
I have this build-up
Of dark thoughts that surround my dark mind
Which turn my eyes blind

Waking up every day with the confusion
Are you a man or a woman,
Is soul-draining, and increases my desire
to ban the feelings I’m dealing with

I would go on and on
but will stop now cause it’s dawn
And I’m beginning to hear voices
screaming “It ain’t real!”