Who am I to be here?
What am I to do here?
Nothing seems to be clear
Drowning in my own fear
Standing on the outside
Nothing more I can hide
Feeling like I'm tongue tied
Losing all of my pride
Watching all the faces
Expressionless and graceless
In between are spaces
That my hope replaces
Taken in by ideals
Not aware how pain feels
Now I'm face with ordeals
Even I can't conceal
How do I recover?
Do I take another lover?
Is there something to discover?
Should I blame it on my mother?
Ch:
Looking for me
What should I be?