Fact

Rise
After all, a delusion is just a poor scenario The story made by someone A fool's imagination is, a carbon copy of me I stand in front of the mirror, pretending to be calm Then I pretend to be blind I take a deep breath without a thought I take a deep breath, remind myself I ask again What is the truth? The truth in this world? Find the truth in your heart If I close my eyes, I would see it Closing my eyes, I believe so deeply Closing my eyes, memory is formed Is my memory real? Is my memory made by someone else? Am I exploited by an invisible me I will rise and take back myself again I find again I ask again "Am I just myself?" "I am just myself" From Letras Mania