There might be another me somewhere,
who kept his little fingers off the hot iron plate.
There should be another me out there,
who kept his mouth shut before it was too late.
Another me who knows what to say,
another me who knows how to sway.
He could dance, he could jest,
he could romance, he’s just the best.
There has to be another me somewhere,
who kept all his promises and told no lie.
There must be another me out there,
who gave it his all and let nothing pass him by.
That other, more charismatic me,
that other, more fantastic me,
I wonder where he could be,
and if he also wonders about me.