part dead, part alive,
i've known in my heart for long,
there's something amiss.
for the way you look at me now,
strips me of all I have on,
and a part of me dies each time.
what are you doing?
where do you come from?
where do you go from here?
when do you stop moving around?
is this your way of wishing me away!
at long last,
i am tired of being a shadow,
its time I be my body now.