Charlie:
Do I belong here?
Am I what's wrong here?
Know what I'm doing?
Or am I a fraud?
Do I fit in?
Where do I begin?
Same old Charlie,
Frightened and flawed.
So, I pretend
And keep my head up like I
Know how this will end.
Maybe these pieces
Are falling together.
Making me feel like
I'm not alone.
Punching holes
Into this leather
This kind'a feels like
I'm back home.
I'm watching myself
And I know what to do.
Hey look at me now
It's a shoe.