Sometimes I wonder why I hesitate on things I say,
Maybe I don't think they're mine In the first place,
I worry about that you know?
How much of me is gone now that I'm grown?
How much is my mother, my sister, my father, another?
How much is me and what do I own?
How many of your thoughts have found a home in me?
So sweetly, sincerely, I ask you in a cheesy way,
How much of me can I really claim?