The Question کے بول

I'm acting like everything is alright But deep inside, storms are breaking In my mind, always the same question But still I have no answer Time of elegies for me are coming Every passing day is getting worse Dawn to dusk, dusk to dawn years were passed by The time has come, time for my mourning Wasted my life, while I've been searching But still there is no answer Misery is growing, it will be my hearse But still I have no answer Tell me who am I? Tell me who I used to be? What is the purpose of my own existence? Tell me who am I? Tell me who I used to be? In the end, I'm the end my persistence is useless