What If (Dichotomy)

What if I
 Listen to my wayward and melodramatic mood
 Just For a change
 What if I'd sat here to
 Contemplate my future and my past
 Over no coin toss
 And what if I
 Stop trying
 And start off making
 A little bit of sense again
 Here I am
 Going all out to be someone
 Well this is me
 Pretending I know why I breathe
 Set the stages and props
 This is my prime role
 I'm the only one
 But I'm still lost inside me
 Empty that brimming glass
 Off of my head, don't fill it up again
 But I keep hearing the screams
 What if I
 Self induce amnesia and a little bit of madness
 Bury my mental patterns
 What if I
 Quit fancying my life from the mighty leafy treetops
 I might get real... just might get real
 Here I am
 But I'm not allowed to be someone
 Well this is me
 Another casualty of this dichotomy
 Set the stages and props
 This is my prime role
 I'm the only one
 But I'm still lost inside me
 Empty that brimming glass
 Off of my head, don't fill it up again
 But I keep hearing the screams
 Like a dream as I touch the sky with my bleeding hands
 I set my foot on this life
 Set the stages and props
 This is my prime role
 I'm the only one
 But I'm still lost inside me
 Empty that brimming glass
 Off of my head, don't fill it up again
 But I keep hearing the screams
 The ego needs to be loud
 Empathy speaks out for itself
 But I keep hearing the screams