It's Complicated.

Sometimes, I forget I change so much.
I can’t recognize what looks back at me from the mirror.
It’s hard to remember what I value.
I don’t know what to fear.

Just too please, I have so many different faces.
It’s hard to keep track of mine.
Build a wall between me and my act.
But it’s just getting harder to draw the line.

I try to keep my personalities from blurring.
I can’t seem to make anything sincere.
I don’t know if on the inside I’m hurting.
But the dull light in my eyes, tells me I’m still here.