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A little bit of everyone


 

 You asked me who am I when I don't know myself

you tell me to look deeper,  I have almost drowned

So I guess I'm clueless but there's nothing wrong with that

Not so clueless for this one thing I know I'll get somewhere in 10 years or more.

Can't be clueless forever 

 

I sit down and think what describes me, who I am?

I have others to tell me all these things that I never thought of

I lay down on my bed and think. I close the door so my words can bounce off the walls and stay in here.

 

You know what's funny  everyone knows more about you than you yourself

You know what's funny yet we can't even trust ourselves

You know what's funny I know everything about you.You know what's funny

I bet you don't even have a clue 

 

Being clueless is not  bad because  you know you'll get somewhere

Being clueless helps the mind roll until it  hits those very walls when you are lying in bed.

You know what's funny turns out the words everyone told me I was they were true but it took me awhile because I couldn't accept  the truth.

They told me these things about who I was they describe me in ways that I felt like someone.

I am what my friends say just took me awhile soak in the words and accept it.

There's nothing wrong with being clueless because you know you'll get somewhere. There's nothing wrong with being clueless because you know your friends will lead you there.

I'm a little bit of everything, a little bit of everyone and that know. 

 

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