Aporia

Paradoxical conversation, Irresolvable internal contradictions

This is my own pain, this is my own sign, this is, my own problem
These are my own reasons; these are my own feelings
And I need to know what I've done
My heart is pounding, my mind is holding on to words that have been said

Don't know what's wrong, I know
I don't think its real here; I don't think it's really here

Innocence of me, against everything I learnt to be, this isn't real, this is all fake
So I feel, and I fade, but nothing can erase me