Living in other people’s shadows,
the truth I ache for you to know:
for I am not me, but you.
I am here to entertain you, not myself.
The truth I ache for you to know:
I want to die. I want to die. I want to die.
Those thoughts won’t leave my head,
for I am living for you and not for me.
I am here to be your wish;
I feel like a slave, a slave of your desires.
I want to be me, yet the reflection shows you.
I ask myself again and again: Who am I?
But all I see is a person of your desires, not me.
Who am I?
The truth I ache to know:
will the day ever come when I will be me?