Pitter patter does it matter who I really amNever lied was not trick or treat who I really am
Preconceived notions seeming never in motion who I really am
To hard a task, one never to mask who I really am
Going through motions, there is no love potion to who I really am
Tired of fighting, Always ends in crying over who I really am
Frustrated with the thought that this is just a game of who I really am
Striving and trying to live a full life of who I really am
Why subject myself to explaining who I really am
Closed eyes, never realize who I really am
Reconstruct other places with the faces to see who I really am
Pathways open and close depending on who I choose who I really am
Listless, I'll be drowning who I really am
Manipulate my feelings to breakdown who I really am
Breathe and take away my breath, speak not of who I really am
Intent with your actions to control who I really am
Abide by a mind that is not all together to figure who I really am
How is it I feel nothing, no love about who I really am
Troubled times have come and gone in a life of who I really am
Nature has robbed me of the things needed for who I really am
Lament and be cross for I have realized who I really am
Not savior but man, do all that I can for who I really am
Pain is the narrative and you are the intensity of who I really am
Who are you to become apart of me apart of who I really am
A day of wonder and a day of divinity to who I really am
With a cross to bare and burdens to unload will cloud who I really am
Brittle but not broken, humpty dumpty is not who I really am
Strong without you, stronger with, to create who I really am
Scream and never let up, be heard by who I really am
Thoughts to page but do they respect who I really am