It's my
beginnings, not my ends, that are split
It's my
actions, not my motives that are hidden
I introduce myself to people I know
and fall in love with strangers
I look over my shoulder and all I see is:
ecnalubmA
I only sleep during the day now,
and daydream late at night
I am not living in the past
so I guess I am present
tense.