I don't know my name
I don't know my gender
I don't know my job, in life
I don't know my number.
I don't have a style
A certain type of speech
I can say my favorite food,
But my sexuality?
I wish.
If only I knew my place In life,
Maybe I'm just nothing
But "nothing's" way too cool for me
Though I can't find my something
I change myself so often
I used to like the color red
But greens more my style,
So much I put it on my head.
Dark cloths were something
I finally got out of my depression
But now I am so confused it's turned to an obsession.
I don't know what to say next
I don't know how to end
But I want you to know, I mean you no harm
You will always be my friend.
So I'm sorry if I change
I'm sorry if I leave
I just need to get away to change what I call me.
