What does it mean when you're older; are you wiser?
Are you a better person now that you've circled the sun once more?
Does your skin change knowing you're one step further away from your birth date?
Another anniversary of cake and candles left upon your plate,
How can you know when you're done becoming the person you were set to be?
I don't know who I am so I keep changing to see if I like me,
If I take a little bit from all the things that make me happy
And I set them all together I call myself a finished masterpiece.
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