Who am I,
Often wanders my mind.
When Im walking down the street,
and my life passes by.
Bestfriends are now strangers,
as if we had never met.
Who am I?
That my life has left me yet.
What is it that changed?
Is this a part of growing up?
This feeling is so strange,
Where is my diamond in the rough.
Who have I become,
What do people see,
I do not recognize,
The face looking back at me.
So i will ask myself again,
Who could it be?
Is it possible that this strange woman,
Is the woman that is me?
