I'm sitting here, wondering who I am, and who
all gives a damn but me. Who cares if they
live or die, who sits in time and cries? Who
spends a life time trying to figure out who
they are... who else but me cares, or dares
to be different? Who wants to be who they 
say they are? Who wants what someone else
has? Who wonders about nothing but everything
all at once? Who loves, but hates at once? 
Who am I? Who was I meant to be? Who can 
see whats coming, but can't stop it? Who has
lit a path, but can't take it? Who sits and 
wonders who they are? Who am I? I am me. I 
was who I was meant to be.