It seems forever since you've called me
I can't remember what it was what you told me
And now I'm sitting drinking coffee
And now I'm waiting here for you to approach me
For a time it remained the last
For a time, but you still ignored me
I'm wasting hours, I'm wasting days
By swiping my feet 'round the people who think I'm good
They're no one
At least not to me
But they should be
To them I'm impure and an animal
Try to respect me
But the prophets don't speak the truth
The prophets, Are tryin' to convince the youth
There's something
In our bodies we feel the pull
In our bodies, we're dying from the
Ruthless endurance of loneliness taking our souls
How can my own identity be real to me
How can my own reflection not inspire me
Another version of my essence is the real me
Another copy of my image is all that you see
It's something beautiful to desire something not acceptable
It's something dangerous
To be unusually apathetic
Usually trying to convince myself that I'm not who I think I am
I'm not you, I'm not anyone else
In my mind I am just a man
But in my mind
I don't know who I am
In my heart I am just a face
But my heart
Is beating in the wrong place