I’m young again,
New again;
It makes me feel so strange.
How do I act,
Tell me, how am I supposed to act.
What do I wear;
What colors look good on me?
I’m young again,
Whole again;
Uplifted to another pair of arms.
What should I say?
Tell me what you want to hear me say.
What should I feel?
Your eyes tell me how to feel.
I’m young again,
Free again;
Allowed to say I’m me again.
Alone and happy, my own guy;
But really, am I?