Jesse who runs wild like the wolf
and asks who am I
who is fire and ice
who is a guitar and a glass of lemonade
whose hair is made of ocean waves
is too far away to come play today
who tells me in Spanish you are my heart
who tells me in English you are my star
whose hazel eyes are fireflies
comes out to play in the night
wishes this life weren't his
who runs in the night like the big bad wolf
is cursed
is a guitar crying to a depressing tune
is losing his mind
doesn't belong with our kind
is waiting for the end of time
who pretends that everything is fine
is feathers and clouds and bright hazel eyes
who laughs loud and soft loud and soft loud and soft again
is the wolf on the mountain that howls like wind
asking who am I
who am I who?
