I Am You

If you really want some answered questions
If you really want to know just what it's like
If you really want to dig inside my head
Pull up a chair, I hope you got all night

I'll tell you why I [bad word] hate my life
I'll tell you why I can't seem to get it right
I'll tell you why I entertain the thought of dying all the time

There's a little piece of me in everyone
Whether or not you admit it we're all the same

I'm every morning you wake up alone
I'm every time you're [bad word] and walking home
I'm all the tears you cry 'til you can't see
I'm everything you swore you'd never be

And the list goes on and on and on and on and on...