I lay at night wondering who I am meant to be
someone holding full potential or someone with wasted dreams.

I'm staring in the mirror thinking
Is this me?
Not knowing who I am is like swimming in a pit full of bees
Places of broken dreams

I'm aching, it's shivering down to my knees
I try to take control but something runs over me.
I'm frozen in sight, times ticking, potential wasted

Constantly in my head,
Frustrated
Hearts still running
Misleaded
Is this me?
Not knowing who I am is like swimming in a pit full of bees
Places of broken dreams.