I lost myself years ago, to be loved by someone who never really knew,
What is to be so much to someone.
I feel betrayed by none other than me,
Left when things weren’t going my way,
For me fleeing has become so easy.
Living an ordinary life, like those people in the slum,
In my imagination, I am still someone.
My role-play have made me lots of things I couldn’t help,
In search of a lover, I lost myself.