Everything starts but eventually ends.
I cry with nobody wiping my tears.
Touching a Bible, praying everyday,
until I feel like God doesn’t have any ears.
Each and every Sunday I pull up at church
asking a pastor to pray for me,
thinking that maybe everything will change.
But then afterwards everything remains the same.
What did I do?
What is my sign?
Those are the questions I ask myself everyday
but I can not find the truth.
What am I, ill?
’Cause I’m not feeling myself anymore!
Do you know that I’m scared of myself?
Tell me what’s that?
Tell if you know!
I’m breathing like everyone
but to be honest with you,
I feel like I am dead.
Everything starts but eventually ends.
But what’s happening to me doesn’t wanna end.
I’m starting to think that I’m different from others,
I really don’t know who I am.
Sometimes I feel like I’m the only one
with a lot of problems
who doesn’t know how to solve them.
I’m not trying to be somebody else,
but I’m trying my best to my be myself.