I’m in the throes of an identity crisis

Because it’s hard to know who you are

When your genetic cocktail is made

Up of several different spices.

It’s hard to know what you want

When life and your reaction

Are in complete contradiction.

It’s hard to get what you need

When the world would rather

Fight you than love you.

It’s hard to get what you want

When you’re reaching up for the skies

And coming back empty-handed.

It’s hard to understand what’s going on

When all your hear is

Lies and corruptions, scandals and affairs.

I’m in the throes of an identity crisis

Someone help me please!

I’m speeding with the light

But I’m not moving at all.

Please tell me what I should be

Rather than ask who I want to be.

I’m a chameleon, I can choose

Who I become.

But please choose for me,

Because I don’t know who I am

And I don’t know who I wanna be.