How you’ve been? Have you told your mother about me? I heard you’ve been away to discover yourself or something But was it worth it when you stole his heart? Never returned it, but he earned shit for you from the start Are you working or just wasting your time? Did I mention that you’re still on my mind? Still that lonely guy Low yet high Don't know why I still get at your phone Like, me, I should fucking focus on my own life Yeah, but the bigger picture slips in you Become more significant in the mixture Can’t seem to see myself Always tried to be myself But who am I, who am I?
