No One

That's it, I've got nothing to say.
All my words turned to petrified clot,
Spilt into the thousand peaces and stucked in my throat.

Seems like wind can speak in tongues,
I can hear it speaking to me:
"But why I should pay for freedom,
If I can get this freedom for free?!"

Yep, truly! Where is nothing left,
But stand in front of the mirror, observing myself.
I'm touching my lips, I'm touching my face
Is it still me or somebody else?

Where is the boy with the funny haircut?
And who is that monster with the ugly face?
All my life I was searching for changes,
But I didn't expect any change like that.

And I open up my window, and watch the diving sun.
And I'm asking my creator to forgive the entire bad things that I've done.
But I keep on doing my transgressions! It's hard, how can't you see?!
Why I keep on doing my transgressions in the name of me?!