What would you say if I told you
All the things you think I am
The people you think I know
The things you think I've seen
Were a sham?

If I told you
These aren't my hands
This skin isn't mine.
The face that watches you
Walk into the distance
Doesn't belong to me.

Would you think any different of me?

If I told you that right now
The only thing that is me
Are the tears and the pain?

And not the eyes from which they stream
Or the heart from which they bleed.

But the soul that lies behind them
Which will mend with time.

Until then, I'm not me.