Really Me
Really Me?

I'm waiting for an answer to a question I don't know,
And only all my sanity depends on "yes" or "no".
Or maybe somehow I have known the answer all along.
I've spent a lot on doubt, but now I'm sure I might be wrong.

In a world of dreams,
This world of lies,
I hold me close
And let me cry
For a need that I won't admit,
A life I cannot lead.
But I wish that I could know:
Who is really me?

What love could I abandon to fill the emptiness?
All I know is what I've got won't bring me happiness,
For that echo of the siren's call still sings my soul apart,
Scattering the pieces of a too long broken heart.

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