Who knows..

I hope you can understand
I so want you to see
That the person in front of you, isn’t really me

You look and see this person
You may even get a smile
But to be frank, it has probably been a while

When will all the pieces come together
When will I be whole
I miss my body, but most of all my soul

I’m tired of waiting
I’m tired of trying
The truth is, it feels like I’m slowly dying

Perhaps everything will turn soon
Perhaps, I will be free
Either that, or this is the last you’ll see of me