I misunderstood the thoughts revolving in my mind br Filled with questions unbearable by myself br As I continue every complication that made me blind br The feeling that I wanted to be what I was br br It is these days when I felt that I have too much to ask br I realized that the true me already came out of nothing br Leaving me once innocent behind a strange mask br That the truth will never prevail until it's time of proving br br In times silence is beginning to make me deaf br Are the moments when strange things enter in my brain br I cannot face the observations that brings me down br And other people's thoughts about all makes me drain br br I do not know what to do, when negation is killing me br But I'm sure I can surpass things that were meant to be br But things aren't always good because somehow we shall face br It's ourselves that makes us want our mistakes to be erased br br It's not migraine, it's not medically speaking br It's myself that keeps me very irritating br It's not that I hate me, But It's nothing but me br It's me whose complicating the things meant to be.