When you hear the echoes of my mind, you'll know that I wasn't listening to what you said.

If it wasn't for life, I wouldn't have you.

Listen to the sadness,
the echoes in my mind,
the place where I usually hide,
but now I cannot find.
Why had it happened?
What had I done?
Where was I going?
Now I'm on the run.
Hiding from the echoes,
the pounding in my ears,
the beatings getting louder,
it isn't death, I fear!

If you don't look. You can't see.

You are what you are, and what you are is not me!

You can't be me and I can't be you, so I guess that means we'll have to be ourselves.