The Self

Do I exist?
I used to think I was someone
Am I a lie?
Do we try just to get by?

Am I only illusion?
Perceiving the world
Could we know why?
If we're done when we die?

It doesn't mean that I've given up
It doesn't mean that I've had enough
It doesn't mean that I'm out of love

How can I show you?

Is this my choice?
I thought I authored my actions
How did I choose?
Is there more that I could lose?

Feels like I'm always reacting
Since it began
I somehow feel that none of me is real

And who are you?
I used to think we were separate
And were apart
When you end where do I start?

And if we're products of others
Can we forgive ourselves also?
It's all gone when we go

It doesn't mean that I've given up
It doesn't mean that I've had enough
It doesn't mean that I'm out of love

How can I show you?

It doesn't mean that I've given up
It doesn't mean that I've had enough
It doesn't mean that I'm out of love