fortress

When the clock strikes twelve I feel like I’m turning into another.
How could I ever be who I am?

This darkness has found a fortress in my mind
and what’s inside me isn’t so simple
and I guess what is there is there for the taking.

As it creeps around me
and as the music flows in
the background becomes the forefront

suddenly I’m in the middle of a wrong, dark road
I look into the mirror
who I see isn’t who I see
isn’t who I am

I have to light a fire
let it become my voice
being half of anything
is more than half bad

Now the memory is wiped
I stare into the distance
what I am isn’t what is