Lying idle in my room, telling my thoughts to the moon: 

Why do I always feel so unimportant?

To other egos my mind clings and inside these voices ring

That I'm just a carbon copy of everyone else



And now I'm searching out my own identity

Something down inside telling me that I'm like no one else but me

But as of yet I still don't know 

Who is this guy that I am and for his life what does he have to show?

Who am I?

What am I for?



I wait for answers from the sky, the only audience I find

But no comfort finds my ears just silent mocking

And I know I was created but I just can't figure out why



And now I'm searching out my own identity

Something down inside telling me that I'm like no one else but me

But as of yet I still don't know 

Who is this guy that I am and for his life what does he have to show?

Who am I?

What am I for?



Still searching. Who am I?

Some answers I don't ever find

I just want to know I have a place

Come from and return to dust,

but I don't want to feel that useless

I want to see something in me that is unique.

I just want to know. Who am I?

What am I for?