Why do I torture myself?
Trying to be in love and be loved?
When I'm not ready to show myself
Myself as the real me
I'm not what you see
I'm not what you (and I) claim to be
Distrust, hate and lonelinees that I feel
Desperately seeking for some kind of feeling
Special ones that I won't be able to conquer
My wish has not been heard
Everyting I've dreamed of, disappears
There's nothing left to live for
Somehow I must survive
Even it means to live like this
Torn apart by two personalities
Me, as the one you 'know' me and 'see' me
And
Me, as the one I ought you to discover