Don't know who I am, just I can't find myself
time to go away and, and avoid everyone else,
everyone is gone, and nothing is quite the same
why can't I learn more, besides only my name?
Lost within myself, with nothing else to do
Frustrated and sad, and feeling so confused.
Don't know who I am, until I hate myself
Tired of this life, that put me on a shelf,
Floundering, confused, while bitter to no end
I'm ready to just run; maybe my heart can mend.
