I know it's quite upset
To write the song
With such words these days
But tomorrow I might become again
I might have put myself together then
But now drowning in sorrows
About the time
I have last been afraid of myself
Is it too late?
Will it be my fate
Just stay as I am?
Although the world is mess
And there's no time for us to rest
My mind sticks to preposition
But as I write this tune
It'll be a chance that very soon
I'll find the explanation
About the time
I have last been afraid of myself
But it's not too late
I suppose this is my fate
I am what I am
I am what I am
Just what I am
Just what I am
I am what I am
Just what I am
Just what I am
I am what I am