Here I am again
Sitting here naked
Trying to figure out whats missing
Trying to go back to whats sacred
Here I am again
Sitting here wearing this disguise
Trying to figure out whats wrong
But I already know whats not right
This is not me
But I know this side too well
I been here back and fourth
Which is core and which is shell
One voice pulls me this way
Another voice leads me astray
I'm split right down the middle
Stuck between black and white
Everything gray
Whether its black or white
I struggle to find color
The crayon that draws my portrait
Is only known as other
The words run and hide
When personality description is questioned
Little did I know
I already have the answers to this lesson
I'm not red, black, white
I'm not orange, yellow, blue
I'm not sophisticated, simple, complex
I'm not artificial, genuine, true
I am red AND black AND white
I am orange AND yellow AND blue
I am sophisticated AND simple AND complex
I am artificial AND genuine AND true
Separately these are not me
But all together they will do
We all forget who we are sometimes
Happiness is hollow if the person is see through
Next time your lost within yourself
Remember its always best to just be you
