This is not reality. This is my reality.
This is not me. It's someone else living for me
This is not my face. This is not my voice
These are not my convictions. It's someone else's inner
monologue
This is not my mind. It's my mind playing tricks on me
This is not love. It's someone else in love with me
This is not my song. It's someone else's bad joke
This is not my heart. It's someone else's burden to yoke

Compound twelve detonators at heart
Stabbed through like an open bleeding paper cut
Nothing seems real to me
Nothing else belongs to me
This is not I
This is not me
This is just partial insanity

These are not my dreams. Just the reflections of my fears
This is not my trust. It's my yoke to bear.
This is love. It's all mine
This is fear. Of being alone that I am denying

This is me
This is I