i feel the oppression
every time that i think
how time has changed
what i am 
i look in the mirror
i don't know who i see
where is the man
that i've once been 
sometimes i feel
that the things i love
are the things i hate
and sometimes i know
that i'm torn up inside
and the man that i am
is a man that i don't know 
a silence inside me
quiet and deep
so loud that my ears
almost bleed 
anxiety is hunting me
paralyzing my mind
lying on the ground
i still fall 
sometimes i feel
that the things i love
are the things i hate
and sometimes i know
that i'm torn up inside
and the man that i am
is a man that i don't know