You say you know who I am,
But how can I trust your speech,
When I can’t even find myself,
And I feel I’m hard to reach,

The little girl in the picture,
Is the one I won’t let out,
Sure she got along with everyone,
And was never filled with dought,

But I don’t know her at all,
She like a perfect stranger,
That’s lost inside me forever,
But will never be in danger,

I’ll find myself one day,
And that little girl will set me free,
But until that day comes,
I’ll just have to be me.