They think I know myself and I’ve got everything worked out -

But look inside my eyes and see a chaos full of doubt;

Too many questions crowd my mind, so where shall I begin?

First, what is love? False sentiment? Emotion genuine?

Can good and evil be defined? Or are they relative?

Is it better to choose your death, or, while you can, to live?

Are you the friend you say you are, or just a leering lie?

Am I to be thus haunted till I – all forgotten – die?

The past is dark, the present dim,

The only future hope is him,

Although he found me on a whim;

Now I must learn to trust…

…again…