Everyday, I would smile.

I was with all my friends.

People would just smile,

And I would just smile.

(But is this really me?)

Every night, I would cry.

I was just trying to sleep.

I'd think about how my friends would die,

And I would just cry.

(Or is this really me?)

Every evening, I'd question who I am.

I really wanted to know.

I would laugh, I would cry,

So I came to one theory.

I don't know which on is really me.