Hold on, I hold on
To the prayer I’ll become the man I’m born to be
I’m the final leaf on a withered tree in a struggle to decide
Should I hang on to life alone or conform and fall and die?
Do you know who I am? Do you know who I am?
I’m trying oh, so hard to find who I should be
Do you know who I am? I’m begging, Mister, please.
Do you know who I am? Do you know who I am?
If you know who I am can you tell me?
When did I become just some foreign currency
That’s valuable to someone somewhere – but here I’m worth nothing?
The most elegant of poetry in a language you can’t read
To the right eyes I’m beautiful but you don’t understand me
I’m an escalator broken down and in need of inspection
No up or down – I’m just stairs now - with ambiguous direction
A single card missing from a deck that leaves the whole game unenjoyed
It’s funny how just one thing can leave you void
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