But
It turns out I don’t
It turns out I hid every piece of me in a place I’m still looking for
And I don’t have a map
And I’ve been going from A to B my whole life
And I’ve been wanting to get everything right, from A to Z, my whole life
But
In all the letters
I lost my name
In all the places
I lost my face
In all the reflections
I saw someone unfamiliar
And now I’m stuck wondering
Was I ever really me?
Or was I what the world wanted to see?