Is that I walking through the trees
Is that I doing what I please
Is that I laughing with my friends
Or is that I coming to an end?

Is that I holding the jug
Falling down because of the chug
Is that I doing so much wrong
Or is that I singing a sad song

Is that I picking a fight
Is that I fleeing in fright
Is that I being obnoxiously loud
Or is that I standing tall and proud?

Sometimes to find yourself
You must look deep within
And when you do
Your whole life will begin!

Sometimes I wonder
What people think of me
As a big caring sister
Or just a someone-to-be