What do you do when life feels like a copy?
When the phrase “I love you” is just the cue for heartache?
When who you are misses who you were,
How much are you really worth?

When nothing ever feels quite right,
So you stay up all night thinking,
That life was once a steady ship,
And now you’re slowly sinking.

What do you do when you don’t feel good enough,
To ever really be sure?
When life shows you beauty,
That you’ve seen before?