Finding Who You Are
Grant Bentinganan
I see the people with the random numbers on their shirts
Oh
I question why they aren't as hurt
Oh
And all the others passing by they don't understand
No
Sometimes I sit and wonder why they chose me
Why
Finding who you are
Finding who you were
Burning morals from yesterday you found obscure
Finding who you are
Finding what you were
Store your fate to rest repose and fade away
The photographs you take are always taken in the rain
Why
You base your life around those TV shows full of pain and rage
And when you think that no one loves you you lose hope
You lose faith
Finding who you are
Finding who you were
Burning morals from yesterday you found obscure
Finding who you are
Finding what you were
Store your fate to rest repose and fade away