I have an unknown friend, who lives in the sky
Why I question him, I do not know why
I should not go to look for him, they say
But I know he'll want to look for me someday
I wonder, I ponder, even as I sleep
I dare not awake, for I have gone too deep
But again, the sun calls to another abrupt wake
Alone again, to find an answer for my sake
I take another step foward, for this I will fight
Forever wrapped in this question, how it echoes through the burning light
What if I wasn't like you?
And I was just me, and Myself was true?
And if you did bad would it mean I would too?
Would it mean if I did it, I'm exactly like you?
Would I be subject to your evil?
Would I be subject to your internal upheaval?
What if I am good in spirit,
And you might just rather not hear it
And if I did bad, does it mean I'm just like you?
Looking for an excuse for the culprit that causes blue?
Decisions left to baseless comparison
Myself gone from me, and origin
She tells me so, I'm just like him and her
Do you see my other qualities as just a blur?
Bring my poison, she admits me to it
Determines me as someone else and then she sits
Then, who am I?
A continuation of your deranged views, someone elses cry?