I start crying,
Thinking about things that might happen
I am filled with happiness,
Thinking about things that may never happen
I live not here, I live not there.
I look in the mirror,
It's not me who I see;
I see someone I never wanted to be
I am not not happy with that
But I also had a dream
And maybe dreams
Aren't always meant to be
There's still a great many things
I need to find about myself
So until then I am only me.