What am I? What have I become?
What am I doing?
Am I me?
Enough of questions..
Only i should answer them
Because they're about me
Asked by me.
My present condition has kindled me
You know, I'm surrounded by people
Kith and kin
Blood and flesh
Of course they're are part of my life
What they've made me
Should I need them
No no no
I need me
There's this idiot
Who thinks of me,
Hmmm! What's the use in thinking,
Or am I thinking that he thinks of me
Fooh
If he is near
I would dare and hear
I'm sure he will be my dear
I wouldn't think in alone
Two would make us a pack of wolves
Time you are to be blamed
Idiot keep thinking
And do something soon