By now I can steal

Neither another minute of life

To explain, speak and describe

I am weak, too weak 

To become me strong

To motivate me, to live anymore

I don't feel me able 

To take back consistence

Maybe not even shape, and my color

Forced into narrow masks 

So spine-chilling, so ugly

Just like a poor robber 

I disguise myself and rob the others

Pretending me real, but I'm not it

I don't feel me able

To take back consistence

Maybe not even shape, and my color 

I don't want to get back to me 

Lie is all I know how to do

Lie to the others, lie to myself