Inside identity
Where is it I belong?

Embarassed by small misunderstandings.
Being honest is starting to feel tough.
Even though I haveve tried to understand
I’m not so sure exactly what the world’s expecting.
Forcing all these days where there’s nothing really happening
to seem eventful, keep me pepped up.
I end up laughing loud at all the old “me”s
Chew up the past, keep on trying.

I want you to see that there is meaning to my words.
Though I’m sure you would turn and not try to hear.
The world is feeling empty, why does no one understand?
Do I even [bad word] 
Is it too much? Should I give up?

As the sun’s burning rays shine throughout the day
my skin burns, my head starts to turn. I can barely breathe or think.
I can’t hold back the scream that’s inside of me.
Seeking out who I really am, my new identity [Aah]

(Inside my feeling. Inside my justice.
Don’t dare trying to stop me. Where is it I belong?)