(Where am I?)
(What am I?)
24 is kinda foreign
I say I'm fine but I just don't know where I'm goin'
Could've swore I wasn't born for this
23 was not for me but
22 21 and 20 weren't either
I used to see me in the mirror now I disappear
And my heart it is so delicate delicate delicate
And there's no getting through it over it or under it
But coping doesn't medicate medicate medicate
I'm becoming who I tend to hate yeah
I'm having an identity crisis
Creator of my own demises
As much as I wish I could fight this
I don't think that I can
'Cuz I don't know who I am yeah
I-I-I-I-I-I-I
I'm having an identity crisis
I-I-I-I-I-I-I
I'm having an identity crisis
My impulsivity has got the best of me
I'm breaking hearts from left to right and right to left
But nothing is exactly as it seems to be
I thought I had it all but there's a hole in my chest
Get me out of this mess
I'm no good at confessing
When I'm stuck in my head
My heart it is so delicate delicate delicate
And there's no getting through it over it or under it
But coping doesn't medicate medicate medicate
I'm becoming who I tend to hate yeah
I'm having an identity crisis
Creator of my own demises
As much as I wish I could fight this
I don't think that I can
'Cuz I don't know who I am yeah
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-
I'm having an identity crisis
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-
I'm having an identity crisis
(What should I do?)
(The only one who can take care of you and understand you is)
(You)
(Yourself)
(So you must take care of yourself)
(But I don't understand myself!)
(What am I?!)
I'm having an identity crisis
Creator of my own demises
As much as I wish I could fight this
I don't think that I can
'Cuz I don't know who I am yeah
(Wait this is me!)