I used to write a lot, I thought it was me.
I used to love a lot, it had to be me.
But I, I change a lot.
So who would I be?

Honestly I couldn't tell you, I'm just dying to know.
I mean literally and figuratively,
I can't live forever you know.

Do you know who you are?
How'd you find out if so?
Did you know I'm still searching?
I wouldn't expect you to know.
So here I am, just to tell you.

But you are you and could be selfish.
Would you ever put my life first?
That would be so selfless.
If you would, do you know who you're saving?
Because I dont.

Nowadays I think a lot, I guess it's just me.
Thinking about the hard times, and what my life could be.
But this is what my life is.
This is who I am.
But who is I?
I still couldn't tell you..