Paradoxical conversation, Irresolvable internal contradictions.
This is my own pain, this is my own sign, this is, my own problem. 
These are my own reasons; these are my own feelings, 
And I need to know what I've done. 
My heart is pounding, my mind is holding on to words that have been said. 

Don’t know what’s wrong, I know 
I don’t think it’s real here; I don"t think it’s really here.
Don’t know what’s wrong, I know 
I don’t think it’s real here; I don’t think it’s really here.

DON’T… KNOW WHAT’S WRONG… KNOW WHAT’S WRONG.

Innocence of me, against everything I learnt to be, this isn’t real, this is all fake. 
So I feel, and I fade, but nothing can erase me. 

Don’t know what’s wrong, I know 
I don’t think it’s real here; I don"t think it’s really here.
Don’t know what’s wrong, I know 
I don’t think it’s real here; I don’t think it’s really here.

Mid 8, mid 8.

DON’T… KNOW WHAT’S WRONG.

Don’t know what’s wrong, I know 
I don’t think it’s real here; I don"t think it’s really here.
Don’t know what’s wrong, I know 
I don’t think it’s real here; I don’t think it’s really here.