Which one is mine?

i must confess

today i felt a strange

feeling,

(yeah, i'm still feeling)

i said strange

because it was new

and hopeful,

(yeah, i'm still believing)

i'm more than myself

and all this pain

is like to paint,

i can put all of this

over the white table

and then, paint

this strange feeling

that is making me

look ahead.

and even if the ink

is made of my blood

even if the hint

is not go ahead

i'll paint my inside

instead of desist.

(i told it was a hopeful image)

because

now i know

now i'm sure

that

i'm a man

and as a man

there's only one way

for be me:

being alone

and free

(getting love from everyone

but specially, getting love

from me

to me).