Maybe it's hiding down inside of me,

got clogged up somewhere in my arteries.

Maybe when I met Disaster when I was young,

it was left in the sand while trying to dig to China.

Maybe I'll find it one day hiding under a pillow,

and wonder what it's been doing there all these years.

Maybe when I put the letters in the right order,

it will spell the crossword puzzle solution.

Maybe one day I'll meet the right person

and they'll reveal to me where my identity's been hiding.

a/n: You can come out now…