If I had a whole heart that was purenThat could not see the hatrednWho would I be?nIf my life meant something, had a purpose a reasoningnI know who Id benSomeone strong who could crushnAll your lies, all the power you holdnI would show you my real strengthnThen youd know, who I am, who I’ll benAnd where I stand, and if it’s worth it to be with mennWhen I know where I stand, who will I benAnd if I hold out my hand would you turn on mennAs I lie in this bed, my heart is dead, and I cant find the answersnTo these questions in my headnSlow to think, fast to speak, and Ill pay the price for my conceitnAnd lack of self control. Whos to blamenOnly me. This heresy that mercilessly pins menOh I am my own victim. Hung to dry, left to dienI look to the sky but cant find what I seek there.nWho have I becomennMy fight within is a cold one