Flittering from scene to scene, your clothes are your disguise.

Every time you take a swing, it's always been a miss.

Don't know what you were meant to be, but know it wasn't this.

No one knows quite who you are, and you don't know at all.

The dreams you chased have passed you by, your life is at a stall.

Strip away your music, job, and strip away your clothing.

And all that you have left is more confusion and self loathing.