Tired

Maybe I am the man with those mythic two heads one facing down, the other facing back but I don't know who I am and you still don't know who I am Maybe I am the man with the legendary four hands To finger, to heal, crave and strangulate but I don't know who I am and you still don't know who I am I am exhausted of returning to a place I've never been I am exhausted of returning from a place I've never been Maybe I the man of the universal two words The lie and the lie, the scorn and the scorn You want to know how I am To forgive me for what I am I am exhausted of returning to a place I've never been I am exhausted of returning from a place I've never been I forgot who I am but I am too tired to be it I forgot who I am but I am too tired to live it