There are little things
Small thoughts
That cling to the core of who I am
Tiny pieces I picked up along the way
Became a part
Of who I thought
For the longest part
Is was
If I let it go
Maybe I'll finally know
If it's enough to be exactly who I am
If it starts making sense
If it starts sinking in
Maybe I'll know where that all ends and I begin
Who I am
Who I am
Who I am
There are little things
Long days
Memories that shape what I've become
Who I wanted to be
And where I belong
Some were golden
Some were like stones
And some are weighing on me
If I let it go
Maybe I'll finally know
If it's enough to be exactly who I am
If it starts making sense
If it starts sinking in
Maybe I'll know where that all ends and I begin
Who I am
Who I am
And I wanna grow old
And not just get there
And I wanna be someone when I die
Who I am
If I let it go
Maybe I'll finally know
If it's enough to be exactly who I am
If it starts making sense
If it starts sinking in
Maybe I'll know where that all ends and I begin
Who I am
Who I am
Who I am
Who I Am