Lying idle in my room, telling my thoughts to the moon:
  Why do I always feel so unimportant?
  To other egos my mind clings and inside these voices ring
  That I'm just a carbon copy of everyone else
    And now I'm searching out my own identity
  Something down inside telling me that I'm like no one else but me
  But as of yet I still don't know
  Who is this guy that I am and for his life what does he have to show?
  Who am I?
  What am I for?
    I wait for answers from the sky, the only audience I find
  But no comfort finds my ears just silent mocking
  And I know I was created but I just can't figure out why
    And now I'm searching out my own identity
  Something down inside telling me that I'm like no one else but me
  But as of yet I still don't know
  Who is this guy that I am and for his life what does he have to show?
  Who am I?
  What am I for?
    Still searching. Who am I?
  Some answers I don't ever find
  I just want to know I have a place
  Come from and return to dust,
  but I don't want to feel that useless
  I want to see something in me that is unique.
  I just want to know. Who am I?
  What am I for?