I'm fake,
A tall tale,
Told by a con man,
I wish to be erased,
Just like a lie,
which wishes to be unsaid.

I see myself,
Alone.
In this dim street light,
Struggling with my thoughts
In solitude.
Somehow,
I fear of getting to the
heart of my mind.
But why?

Sometimes I wonder,
If that light means something?
Does it actually refers to something?
My will to live maybe?
No,it can't be
Cause trust me
I've none...