Who am I? Three words I'm addicted to Who they think I am weighs more than I expected to Something's changed from what I used to be Everything I feel or think is killing me Back again in one of my dark places I'm beaten hollow by those who won their races 'Cause when I feel alone I like to write and sing In my room, as if nobody's ever gonna hear And that's the only way I've found so far To dig up all my shit and feel someone But don't get me wrong, I'm okay with that It's my way of saying that I'm here trying to survive Looking for the answers to my doubts Will I see the light? Will I see the light? Will I see the light? Will I see the light?