Me

I can't tell you why I do the things I do.
I wish I knew.
I wish I knew I could tell you why I do the things I do.
But there's no point in explaining myself to you.

My actions are taped to me.
And there's no one else peeling pieces off of me.
And If one wants to try, then tell one to bring their sword.
Because I'm fighting this hard time as if there were war.