do you recognize yourself?
tell me, what do you see?
is it yourself
or is it someone else?
the plain red paint
on a brown canvas
made it more beautiful
but it was a tragic art
this wasn't the one
you're expecting to become
you were good back then
so you asked yourself again,
"What happened?"
the mirror
you went back
to look at yourself
but it's black
it's not you
"It's not me."
then who?
"Who are you?"
answer!
take it off
let it out!
"Who am I?"
you don't know what to answer
you're feeling dead
you're withered
and a lot of things are running
in your head
there's no single change
as you opened your eyes
it's still the same
"Who am I?"
