Cyclops Cycle

Here I go again
Asking
Is it wrong
No nothing's wrong
Until said to be
After the fact
After the truth
The traitor of doubt
Eating at me
No chemo
No psycho
No hydro
Nothing to cleanse me
Of my thoughts
My actions
Why did we meet
Who the hell are you
Why aren’t I someone else
I want no one
I want not to be myself
The thought of you
Makes whole
But who are you
What do I need to know
Is anything worth knowing
If after the fact
The truth, I feel
Nothing can cleanse me
Dirty, still
There I go again
Saying
It is right
Nothing is right
Even if I say it is
Not before the fact
There is no truth
Truth acts as friend
Fooling me
No hunger
No interest
Nothing matters
Nothing to make me stop
To cleanse me of you
My dreams
Was it you that I met
Even before I know you
You turn out to be someone else
You make me want to change
I want you
Can I want no one else
Teach me about me
Tell my truths
I cant see or feel anything
The real is no more
Was it ever real
If after the feelings
The truth was illusion
Wishing to be pure
Still dirty
I am alone
But am I lost
Where are you
Without you
You are all I want
With you I am not me
And what I want
Is not mine
Or what I wanted
I’ve done it again
I’m trying to stop doing it
With you
I’m trying to stop doing it with you
With you I hope to have stopped doing it
It does not become me
It has become me
And I am trying to stop doing it
With you
With you im trying to stop
Doing it