Paradoxical conversation, Irresolvable internal contradictions. This is my own pain, this is my own sign, this is, my own problem. These are my own reasons; these are my own feelings And I need to know what I've done. My heart is pounding, my mind is holding on to words that have been said. Don't know what's wrong, I know I don't think its real here; I don't think it's really here. Innocence of me, against everything I learnt to be, this isn't real, this is all fake. So I feel, and I fade, but nothing can erase me.