Who am I? Who are you?
Who am I to say Who are you to say
that I understand that you understand
your pain, my pain,
your pleasure - my agony -
that I can understand that you can understand
all those fucked up all my fucked up
memories you hide secrets I hide
from me behind, to hide
from us all. from you.
Who am I Who are you
to say I know to say you know
you'll be okay; I'll be okay,
that the thing that all I'm
you are running from running from is
is mostly yourself a memory.
How can I know? How can you know?
How could I know How could you know
that when I hear that when I wake
you screaming at crying at night
night, that you are that I wish for once
fighting a relentless I could win this
battle - a battle endless struggle;
that I wonder that I could free
if you will myself from this
ever win. private hell.