Sometimes I feel like I'm living in the wrong ducks nest
Like I doesn't fit in
And I'm not talking about the places I go
Or the people I'm living within

You say I am two faces
But I tell you I'm a thousand more
I can live in many places
I can talk to anyone
And ask for more

But still I don't know who I am

Last days I've been trying to find myself
I'm so lost
Last days I've been somebody else
But today I'm gonna do what I want

Reading and learning
Thinking coming from the outside to inside
And then to the outside again
A confusing mix of asking, understanding and asking again

But still I don't know who I am

Last days I've been trying to find myself
I'm so lost
Last days I've been somebody else
But today I'm gonna do what I want

The thought of another is like a branch grafted into the tree
But the thought that grows itself fruits