My Interpretationi miss you. i miss your happy laugh and your old self. i miss who you used to be. now, i don't know who I am (note: the "you" and "i" i wrote represent the same person, like in M.I.A. they use "you" to refer to themselves, almost as if they're dissociating from themselves. so I am YOU) i need to find me and you, but it's hard when there's so many voices and questions and thoughts all pilling up. another sleepless night comes. i try not to compare myself with others, to follow my pace, my lane (live as my age) i think i can do it, but the anxiety is killing me. ugh i keep telling you who to become while i'm worrying to much. i'll try to find my path again (like a stray kid). until then, there's no need to keep that awkward silence. i am ?who?