Who am I?
Who I be?

Who am I?
Who I be?

Who am I?
Who I be?

Looked at the mirror
Didn't see myself
Saw someone else standing by myself

"Who are you?"
I asked them
They copied my lips
Used my pants
"I don't understand" I said
I don't understand

Standed by my soul
Didn't even recognise it tho
(It tho)

On the outside you look clean
Fresh and preen
But inside you have no revision
Life hit you with good precision
"Who are you?"
I asked them
They copied my lips
Used my pants
"I don't understand" I said
I don't understand

I don't understand

I don't understand!

How is it not a painting?
An exaggeration of reality?
It is not (who am I?)
It's just the way that you are loaded
Tell you what
Brain convulsions
Scarred Soul (scarred soul)!

You Became epileptic
With DID
You don't know who you are
You don't know who you be

Who am I?
Who I be?
Who am I?
Who I be?

Who am I?
Who I be?