I wish I could write me
Write what I think
What I believe
But I just do what people tell me
I'm a puppet
I'm always listening
For people to say what is wrong with me
So I can change and make them happy
But since I'm always changing I lost me
Somewhere in the rubble of things that no one likes about me
To become a perfect person I have to lose my soul
Forget my insanity
I want to write me
But she's left in the rubble of old  personalities
Things no one want to see