I don't know who I am or what I want or what I'm supposed to be
I don't always know what's right, or do what's right but I know I'm trying.
I'm trying to change but be the same.
I'm trying to laugh even though I'm crying

I'm trying to find out what it is I'm supposed to be and what I'm supposed to be doing here but all I can find is that I'm hungry for some soul

So feed me already cause I'm ******* broke.
But the food's not good enough when it's not cooked with love
And the World is really lacking a lot of that these days
Yet I wonder
How am I going to get through all of this and find out what I'm supposed to be?
With the bills stacking up and the job taking up all this time to dream
And the world completely forgetting about me and you and him and her

What am I supposed to be?

So I sit down and think about it
Write down a few ideas only to scratch them all out.
Because I find that a clown isn't really fitting
And a wise man never calls himself a wise man
And thief is what we've all had to become so it's not fare to say that's me

So I drink my coffee and look into cup and what do I see?
I see a man who's too scared to be brave
But would take a bullet for someone he loves and speak nothing of it
I see a man who's only 24 but acts like he's 80

I see a man who's been burnt up, beaten up, and completely neglected but **** that's everybody with a story to tell and mine's really not that much different from any one else.

So what's so special about me?
This doesn't to tell me what I'm supposed to be

And then this kid walks up to me
Bright face with a smile that could make a funeral seem like a birthday party
His eyes are big and his body is half the size of my leg
He smiles at me and climbs up my lap and says uncle you're already what you supposed to be
And I'm hungry so feed me.