How is it that one day you think you are some one 

And in the very next second you are not?

How on earth it happens to be that I can’t find myself

In family pictures but somehow see my life through a screen?

How come that I know who I am, but still have no recall of it?

Because is an agonizing feeling.

To find yourself somewhere in this fucked up earth

To find your self waving and greeting

People who have no idea which was your fate.

Because I can’t help but ask my self

How is it possible that every morning I feel that hole in my chest

That knot in my throat, that thought in my brain,

But never be able to get rid of them.

Because I read and read those mesmerizing pages

That would only remind me of me and you.

And I ask myself how on earth, how our friendship was so reckless

For me to still feel to cry myself to sleep with your thought into doom.

But how on earth do I tell them who I am.

Becase I’m selfish and a goddamn fool

Because I need help and I need it now

But now one would help me, no one would let me in the room.

So tell me how on earth do I remember who I was

How to have in my hands our memories and all our past.

How to recall the smiles, the fights, the tears.

How to bring back to life the glances, the feelings, the touches.

And for painful it shall be, how to bring back all the betrayal, the losses, the death.

Because I know my name.

But how on fucking earth do I know who I was.