What am I to you? Which words do you hear? When I speak only truth and face my fears. What am I to do, when I donβt know what comes next? If this is all we are, then what is left?
What am I to you, if not an impostor? What am I to do, to become even clearer? What doesnβt ring true, when you view my minds picture? I follow no footsteps and I am no leader.
I walk in solitude, wary of facing a deceiver. I am what I am; I am my own special creation. Breathe into me, so I can take you into my heart And not be left here alone feeling vacant.
Devoid of empathy and lacking understanding; Who am I to complain to you, when I am winning!? Who are you to judge me? I am unworthy of a glance; But the fire in my hands will breathe new life into your romance.