In the mood swings of life I’ve forgotten me,
I’ve forgotten how to live, I’ve forgotten what it means to be free,
I have forgotten what it’s like to be loved and cherished,
it seems like that part of me has moved on and perished,
I have forgotten what it’s like to truly laugh,
the whole of myself has withered away to half,
I’ve forgotten what it’s like to be me—
can I climb this mountain again and find myself once again free