Is really me inside

Hiding behind an innocent face, dwelling too much about
the past, I don’t recognise myself anymore. Who am I?
What’s my role in this world,
I cannot stop filling this emptiness

In my heart, is like a disease eating me up from inside, who am I?
Is the real me is just hiding inside, if am honest
Life does not come with a A-Z rule book and in the end it sucks,

If only there was a place people meet,
talk about life, death, Angel and about God, if there was a place
you could get rid of all the emptiness from your heart.

I suppose now is the best time to start, Welcome to my world,
I accept and approve of myself from now, my journey has just began,

I am not mad at God anymore, he is the one true friend of me
who truly understands me, he is the who carry’s me,
When my legs no longer work,