I take pride in everything
All the pieces that make me who I am
I love everything
Even the darker parts of myself that came from you
The talent I was never blessed with
My fragile personality
And yet, the strength to still draw grand dreams boldly
I'm always in a rush,
The crowd's footsteps tearing through my efforts.
How many times did I turn to the darkness called you for help?
I told myself "Being one of a kind is enough,"
But behind the blindfold I forced myself to wear,
I stayed wide awake - I've grown tired of seeing that version of me.
"If we're being realistic and objective,
There's just no hope - I'll never be number one."
Yeah, I know... I know, but still -
Something in me refuses to accept that.
Ah, why did I have to be born
With such inconvenient, incompatible strengths?
We carry this thing called identity,
And with it, we cried, we laughed,
We kept competing.
We gave everything to what we love,
And again and again, we cried, we laughed
At a completely chaotic pace.
(Not because it made me happy...
I just didn't want to let go.
I just wanted somewhere to belong.)
Even when you win,
The future is still hard.
Seriously, what is this?
In the times I lost, lost, and lost again,
The stories from the past slow me down -
Gifts from my former self and from you - the worst kind of present.
My calculating and passive sides
Act like band-aids protecting me, too scared to ever peel them off.
Yeah, I know... I know, but still
But still, my pride, untouched and brand new, sits there, soaked and itching.
Ah, both are me - both are you -
Both are honest, and that's what makes it so hard.
"I started too late."
"The world is just too big."
"Geniuses are on another level."
"Whatever, as long as you're having fun."
Ah, shut up already.
Even so, there were days I still felt I lost to you.
Well, yeah, I guess it makes sense
Unshakable beliefs or convictions... that's just not like me.
But the me right now - I've already reached my limit.
I won't just obey your every word.
Because I still - (because I still)
Don't want to lose to anyone. (don't want to lose!)
So please, this burning passion - (burning passion)
Don't ever go out!
We carry this thing called identity,
And with it, we cried, we laughed,
We kept on competing.
We gave everything to what we love,
And still, we'll keep crying, we'll keep laughing
Once we're at the starting line, it's time for a real fight.
We carry this thing called identity,
And through it all - joy and sorrow,
Uncertainty and hope, despair and glory
They all belong to you and me.
We carry this thing called identity,
And ah - until our final breath, we'll cry and laugh and say,
"I'm so glad"
Ah, I am so glad I am alive