Different.

I'm trying to find out:

Do I look any differently?

Do I talk any differently?

Have I always been different and just couldn't see?

 

To tell you the truth,

I can't put my finger on it.

I can't wrap my mind around it;

Help me decide between the pendulum and pit.

 

It's swinging and sinking

And the hour hand stops.

I'm at the bottom, on top.

Don't know what this is,

Or who I became.

I'm still left wondering:

Do I look -

Do I talk -

Do I act -

Will I ever be the same?