In times like these, I write to feel my worth
To feel myself
To be a man, a lover, and a friend
It seems my world, is deeper in the end
I search for truth within the life I live, I question this
Is it worth it in the end cause
Am I really who I want to be
Am I who I set on out to be
Am I really me, or
Am I just another colour in the box
Am I really who I want to be
Am I who I set on out to be
Am I really me, or
Am I just another colour in the box
To be a son, a brother and a king
This is my world, but I need more in my life
The songs I make, they tell you where I've been
They turn my world, into pages in a book
The words I sing will come from deep within
They will be my guide, to the answers that I need
Am I really who I want to be
Am I who I set on out to be
Am I really me, or
Am I just another colour in the box
Am I really who I want to be
Am I who I set on out to be
Am I really me, or
Am I just another colour in the box
Am I really me or Am I just another colour in the box
Am I really me or Am I just another colour in the box
Am I really me or Am I just another colour in the box
Am I really me
Am I really who I want to be
Am I who I set on out to be
Am I really me, or
Am I just another colour in the box
Am I really who I want to be
Am I who I set on out to be
Am I really me, or
Am I just another colour in the box