From the depths of my aching heart.
I wish I was some body else.
To change my name, and all my thoughts.
With a new name someone else I've created.

A new name that slips and rolls off your tongue. Along with all morals and thoughts.
Live unaffected by your cares and action. That sting the old name with unwanted distractions.

How about a new one every night? Maybe then I would be what you wanted.
Just to lay the patterns that leave you effected.
Out with the old and in with the new.
Night after night, dawn until dusk.
Redefining the fight for your lust.

Lost within the rush of doubt.
Self conscious of who I've created.
As if the person I am is not enough.
Due to my heart being so jaded.