A part of me longs for a better day. I hope for a better tomorrow and a better yesterday,
A part of me dreams of love at first sight a part of me knows it dies

A part of me longs to be something I'm not. A part of me knows it's not true.
A part of me is slowly dying. A part of me is coming alive

A part of me is on it's last breath but the rest of me is reborn
Who am I? Where am I? Why am I the way I am?

Will I ever know?