I have all these different people inside
And non if them ar really satisfied
So many lines they will say
So many parts they will have to play - oh lord !
Some of us are happy, some of us are sad
Some of us are geniuses, and some of us are mad
Some of us are righteous and some of us in sin
Some are what you think they areand some are just pretending
Well it's me, myself, and I
And some of us we can't identify
They've so many stories to make
So many roads they will have to take
Some of us are happy-some of us are sad
Some of us are geniuses, and some of us are mad
Some of us are righteous and some of us in sin
Some are what you think they are
And some are just pretending