I am me, but somehow I lost myself in you.
I used to walk like this, but now I walk like you.
I used to talk like them, but now I sound like you.
I used to sleep like that, but now I sleep like you.
Am I complaining? No, I am not.
I like to dream about you and how you shift
my dreams from good to great.
I used to think like me but sometimes I think
I have lost myself
in you and…I like it.