I thought my roommate and I were exactly alike
Until she said she hated The Great Gatsby

I thought my childhood friend and I were similar
Until he said he dosnt care about the lyrics, just as long as the song sounds cool

I thought my best friend and I were essentially the same person
Until I noticed how little she pays attention to detail

There's pieces of each of us in each other
But there is only one you and there is only one me
I was looking for myself in other people, trying to express myself by mimicking them
But that's not me. That's them.
I am me

But the thing is
Who am I?