Paradoxical conversation, Irresolvable internal contradictions.

This is my own pain, this is my own sign, this is, my own problem.

These are my own reasons; these are my own feelings

And I need to know what I've done.

My heart is pounding, my mind is holding on to words that have been said.

Don't know what's wrong, I know

I don't think its real here; I don't think it's really here.

Innocence of me, against everything I learnt to be, this isn't real, this is all fake.

So I feel, and I fade, but nothing can erase me.