i feel the oppression every time that i think how time has changed what i am i look in the mirror i don't know who i see where is the man that i've once been sometimes i feel that the things i love are the things i hate and sometimes i know that i'm torn up inside and the man that i am is a man that i don't know a silence inside me quiet and deep so loud that my ears almost bleed anxiety is hunting me paralyzing my mind lying on the ground i still fall sometimes i feel that the things i love are the things i hate and sometimes i know that i'm torn up inside and the man that i am is a man that i don't know