Look at me and tell me who I am, Why I am, what I am. Call me a fool and it′s true, I am. I don't know who I am. It′s such a shame. I'm such a sham. No one knows I am. Once there were sweet possibilities, I could see, just for me. Now all my dreams are just memories, Fated never to be. Time's not a friend, Hurrying by. I wonder who am I? Am I the face of the future? Am I the face of the past? Am I the one who must finish last? Look at me and tell me who I am, Why I am, what I am. Will I survive? Who will give a damn, If no one knows who I am. Nobody knows. Not even you. No one knows who I am. I know who you are, my dear. -Gasps- For a moment I thought it was someone else. For a moment... it almost was.
Writer(s): Frank Wildhorn, Leslie Bricusse