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 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?