My phases,
My phrases...
Forever changing.
It's like, my head can not have any rearranging.
In my head, intrusion, intrusion.
Are these sad emotions just mere illusions?
Confusion, I have only confusion.

And when you tease me, what's truly proven?
Holding on a thin string.
Is it wrong, to dream of life, and such things?
Lost, No i'm not.
I don't know where from the feelings are brought.
And all i can say, is that i'm okay.
When i have such confusion, day after day.

I don't want help, i don't need it.
I can fix myself, and you can stop worrying, too.
And when you see me, you see the mess i truly am.
So please stop looking at me.
Ah....

If i only knew, why i was so confused;
I'd tell you, but i don't have that answer yet...
I don't need help, i'm fine.
Just stop worrying...
I'll fix myself in time.