And the pain goes,
And i have to change, another time.
And every time i have to discover
the new myself, who am i.
And every time i need to accept
that I’m twofold;
i’m the one who looks and the one who falls,
i’m the hater and the lover.
Am I me or the reflection of the others?
Who am I in this division?
Every time, a side suffer.
I need to change…  i have to change
I don’t want…. i want.
I feel strange…