what do they see
a sprite, a sparkle, a novelty?
and when they look elsewhere
do i disappear
fade into the white space underneath your chair?
[CHORUS]
what, what, what
am I suppose to be?
how, how, how
can I find out?
when, when, when
will I be me?
why, why, why
am I always so full of doubt?
the shadow of a moment
a glimmer of enjoyment
then falling face down into a pool of resentment
when you see this face
can you place
when it fits in time and space?
[chorus]
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