Lying idle in my room, telling my thoughts to the moon:
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Why do I always feel so unimportant?
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To other egos my mind clings and inside these voices ring
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That I'm just a carbon copy of everyone else
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And now I'm searching out my own identity
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Something down inside telling me that I'm like no one else but me
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But as of yet I still don't know
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Who is this guy that I am and for his life what does he have to show?
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Who am I?
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What am I for?
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I wait for answers from the sky, the only audience I find
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But no comfort finds my ears just silent mocking
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And I know I was created but I just can't figure out why
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And now I'm searching out my own identity
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Something down inside telling me that I'm like no one else but me
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But as of yet I still don't know
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Who is this guy that I am and for his life what does he have to show?
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Who am I?
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What am I for?
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Still searching. Who am I?
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Some answers I don't ever find
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I just want to know I have a place
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Come from and return to dust,
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but I don't want to feel that useless
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I want to see something in me that is unique.
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I just want to know. Who am I?
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What am I for?
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Who Am I?
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| Craig's Brother |
