Sometimes I wonder who am I. The world seeming to pass me by. A younger man now getting old. I have to wonder what the rest of life will hold. I hold a mirror to my face. There are some lines that I could trace. To memories of loving you. A passion that breaks reason in two. I - I - I have to think and - I have to think and stop me now. If reminices make you frown. One thinks of what one hoped to be. And then faces reality. I wonder who started all this. Was God in love and gave a kiss. To someone who later betrayed. And God less love sent us away?. Sometimes I wonder who am I. Who made the trees - who made the sky. Who made the storms - who made heartbreak?. I wonder how much life I can take. I see at last a future self. Were you alive I'd ask your help. But thinking puts me in a daze. And thinking never helped me anyway. You always were so negative. You never saw the positive. You always stand upon the edge. And dream of what it must be to be dead. I know I like to dream a lot. And think of other worlds that are not. I hate that I need air to breathe. I'd like to leave this body - and be free. You'd like to float like a mystic child. You'd like to kiss an angel on the brow. You'd love to solve the mistery of live. By cutting someone's throat or removing their heart. You'd like to see it beat. You'd like to hold your eyes. And though you know I'm dead. You'd like to hold my thighs. If it's wrong to think on this. To hold the dead past - to hold the dead past in your fist. Why were we - why were we given memories?. Let's lose our mids. Be set free!. Sometimes I wonder who am I. The world seeming to pass me by. A younger man now getting old. I have to wonder what the rest of life will hold. I wonder. I wonder who started all this - ooh. Was God in love and gave a kiss. To someone who later betrayed. And God less love sent us away. To someone who later betrayed. God less love sent us away. To someone who later betrayed. God less love sent us away....