My name doesn't fit me,
Who am I really?
I may be breathing,
But am i just existing?
Who am I existing for?
Is it just for me,
Or is there something more?
Why is it so hard for me to see.
Why is it hard for me to see,
The beauty inside of me.
Because the models i see,
Always higher my expectations.
What will it take,
For me to have my prison break?
When will i finally be able to run,
Run far away.
My name doesn't fit me,
Who am i really?
Because though im breathing,
I'm not truly living.
The end~
