Who am I sitting here alone?
Who am I thinking I can make it on my own?
Why am I sitting here not doing anything about the way I am.
Questioning myself, not being able to understand.
Who am I?
People see me in different ways.
Never the same open your eyes look deep inside, find out whats going on in my mind.
I shall never share, of what I am thinking, you shall never know, you would think I am lying so.
Questioning yourself not being able to understand.
Why I’ve changed.
You see nothing at a close range, but far away, you can’t tell what I’m thinking, always trying to hide, nobody on my side.
So, why am I sitting here thinking I can make it on my own? And not doin’, doin’ anything, need a reason for people to understand,
Who am I?