It is quiet now, they have all left to go back home.
Home, where is my heart ?
Silently step into each room
One at a time,
Taking things that could be mine,
Is this who i am suppose to be ?
Turn on a light, absorb the colors,
Do i like lime green and cream ?
Mystic purples and satin blue,
Are all these just little clues,
Help me piece together,
Who i am meant to be...
Opening a cupboard slowly,
Hesitate for a moment,
And watch the ghostly hangers fly,
Am i suppose to fit into this now ?
Are these my clothes, my shoes ?
What are they doing in Jo's room ?
Walk into another's room,
Could i be like her to ?
Colored walls of smiling faces,
Checkered patterns and poke a dots,
Little room for books or paint,
Do i ever read so much ?
Click, a bathroom alight,
Perfumed towels and rubber ducks,
What sort of animal do i resemble ?
Cluttered room of paper and what not,
Do i ever clean my room like you ?
Little words are visible but Cd's piled,
Do i ever listen to music ?
Ruffed sheets colored bright pink,
Flowery pillow case where her head sleeps,
Quite bare walls but i feel she lives here,
Can i ever live the same ?
Pick up pieces, little bits for me,
Carry them quietly back to my tomb,
Lay them all out and look in awe,
Which girl am i under the skin and woe,
Pastel or bright, writing or music,
Which do i like, which do i do,
Take off the rags and try on some clothes,
It doesn't quite fit, but i want to be you,
Stare into this mirror,
With all my little souvenirs,
Which girl am i, which, can i choose ?
i don't know who's asking,
i don't know who's who.
