It’s a shame I know myself better than most,
When I don’t even have a lick of who I am,
Tired, shameful, cold as a ghost,
All I have to say is, I don’t give a damn.
I’ll find it eventually, like a sailor finds land,
Somewhere in the shadows of a place unknown,
Confidant, daring, and proud of how I stand,
I’ll tell the story of how I conquered my self throne.
