Is This The Way I Chose To Be?

Look into my eyes,
Do you think I'm made of stone?
I'm just exhausted of those useless cries,
I'm sick of feeling alone.

Behind that sick mischievous grin,
The full of hatred tone,
I do have my own dream,
I do have a soul.

Why don't you look into my eyes?
Behind my own stone wall,
That I've built to defend myself from the lies,
That's the way I've chose to be,
Why can't you see the real me?

They say is not true,
The person I'm trying to prove to you.
Maybe they are right,
Is there a real me that I'm trying to hide?
Maybe in time I just turned into a monster,
I destroyed everything was nice from me,
Is this the way I chose to be?

I stare at my own reflection,
An empty sight, pale skin,
The good has been burn,
I think I can't recognize myself,
There's no way to turn.

Destruction became my new passion,
Hurting others is a hobby,
Is this the real me?
Is this the way I chose to be?

I will never believe,
I'm not a monster, not a ghost,
Maybe a dark shadow,
My own dreams I stopped to follow.
Their words pushed me into the hollow,
I embraced the obscurity,
Let it take me far away,
Is this the way I chose to be?