Persona

Persona

Yo, “who am I” the question I had my whole life,

The question which I probably won’t find an answer to my whole life.

If I were answerable with a few mere words,

Then God wouldn’t have created all those various beauties.

How you feel? How’re you feeling right now?

Actually, I’m real good but a little uncomfortable.

I’m still not so sure if I’m a dog or a pig or what else,

But then other people come and put the pearl necklace on me, ptui!

I laugh more than I did before, hmm.

I dreamt of becoming a superhero.

Now it feels like I really became one, hmm,

But as it goes on there’s so much blabbering.

One says “run, hmm, another says “stop”.

This one says “look at the forest”, that one says, hmm, “look at the wild flower”.

My shadow, I wrote and called it “hesitation”.

It has never hesitated after becoming that.

It keeps appearing under the stage or the light,

Keeps glaring at me scorchingly like a heat wave, oh shit.

Hey, have you already forgotten why you even started this?

You were just loving it that someone was listening.

Sometimes everything sounds like freakin’ nonsense, yeah.

You know what comes out of you when you’re drunk… like immaturity.

Someone like me ain’t good enough for music,

Someone like me ain’t good enough for the truth,

Someone like me ain’t good enough for a calling,

Someone like me ain’t good enough to be a muse.

These flaws of mine that I know, maybe that’s all I’ve got really.

The world is actually not interested in my clumsiness at all.

The regrets that I don’t even get sick of anymore,

I tumble with them every night until I’m disgusted,

And twist the irreversible time habitually.

There’s something that raised me up again every time.

The first question,

The three syllables of my name and the word “but” that should come before any of those.

So I’m askin’ once again yeah,

Who the hell am I?

Tell me all your names baby.

Do you wanna die?

Oh do you wanna go?

Do you wanna fly?

Where’s your soul? Where’s your dream?

Do you think you’re alive?

(How about you?

I don’t know, man… but I know one thing.)

Yeah, my name is “R”, the “me” that I remember and people know,

The “me” that I created myself to vent out.

Yeah, maybe I have been deceiving myself, maybe I’ve been lying,

But I’m not embarrassed anymore, this is the map of my soul.

Dear myself, you must never lose your temperature,

Cuz you don’t need to be neither warm nor cold.

Though I might sometimes be hypocritical or pretend to be evil,

This is the barometer of my direction I want to keep.

The “me” that I want myself to be,

The “me” that people want me to be,

The “me” that you love and the “me” that I create,

The “me” that’s smiling,

The “me” that’s sometimes in tears,

Vividly breathing each second and every moment even now.

Persona, who the hell am I?

I just wanna go, I just wanna fly

I just wanna give you all the voices till I die

I just wanna give you all the shoulders when you cry.

Persona, who the hell am I?

I just wanna go, I just wanna fly

I just wanna give you all the voices till I die

I just wanna give you all the shoulders when you cry.