After all, a delusion is just a poor scenario

The story made by someone

A fool's imagination is, a carbon copy of me
I stand in front of the mirror, pretending to be calm
Then i pretend to be blind

I take a deep breath without a thought
I take a deep breath, remind myself
I ask again


What is the truth?
The truth in this world?

Find the truth in your heart

If i close my eyes, i would see it

Closing my eyes, i believe so deeply
Closing my eyes, memory is formed


Is my memory real?
Is my memory made by someone else?
Am i exploited by an invisible me


I will rise and take back myself again


I find again
I ask again
"am i just myself?"

"i am just myself"