Have you realized,
What it feels like,
to understand,
that part of you that hurts the most.
Do you think about,
how harsh it is,
like the desert's biting wind,
to recognize yourself-
as the face in the mirror.
What if I don't want to be,
the one who inherits my destiny?
There's two roads now,
Who's going to choose?
My reflection or me...
selfless or selfish,
but never really happy.
What if I don't want to be me?