Affected.

Untitled by Confusion.

I don't know what I am doing.
I don't know what to do at all.
I keep asking myself many questions.
I keep asking about the fall.

What kind of damage?
What kind of find?
I just wish all of this,
would leave this troubled mind.

What about strays?
What about loneliness?
I'm struggling by fighting,
and not finding rest.

How did this torment me?
What the hell have I done?
Cause we are but fools,
fools caught up in the fun.

Why do I wish?
Why do I hate?
Leave me alone,
leave it to curses and fate.

Are bygones gone by?
And what to I say?
To escape this cycle,
to escape this day.