Please tell me who I am…

I can’t believe all I have eaten is a muffin today, and that I had to choke down at 2 pm.

Something is seriously, seriously wrong here.

Everything is wrong, and everything is right, in it’s own way… I hate confusion and it seems to be all I am feeling these days.

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.