Who am I to sit and try
When I long to sit and cry
And tell you how to live your life
Then confess all to the knife
Who am I to judge you now
Then pretend that I know how
To live life and be well
We all know that I live in hell
Who am I to feel envy
I know that I did set you free
But still I feel the same for you
And this dictates what I do
Who am I to feel like a martyr
For surely now I know smarter
Than to feel life should be fair
And sit each night in cold deep prayer
Who am I to feel the need
To scratch and slice and make skin bleed
Then hide the scars so no one will say
A word so I feel in awkward way
Who am I to feel and love
When I dream of flying above
Because I could sit alone and die
And forever question, Who Am I?
