Who am I after the ceremony
After the pomp and the glory?
Who am I after I really admit
That I hate spotlight but do enjoy it?

Everything you said
Was really true, I have found;
Truth like what you told
Doesn't set me free, sadly
I feel bound to change myself.

You built me up to be someone else,
Then you took it all away.
I don't know how you think I'll survive;
People weren't built that way.

Whoever I am
Whatever makes up the me
It's a mystery
That only One knows for sure
Someday, I will know myself.

Who are we when we're spacing out
Or watching someone mindlessly?
Who are we when we let go of it
Because we forget about stressing?

Who are we when we forget to be angry
And release the sad thoughts inside?
Who are we when there's just nothing left
That we feel we have to hide?

Will we find that we are words
Tossed mindlessly to the breeze
Will we find that we were a sigh
An smile seen only by the trees?

I am a spirit locked up inside a human skin,
Scaling each wall
And roaming each corridor
To find my way out.