Sometimes we try to change who we are,
But in the end we don’t get very far,
It seems like I can’t escape from who I am,
I tried to stop the flow so I put up a dam,
Now it’s falling apart,
Like little pieces of my heart,
The deep thinking is back once again,
The girl came out of her den,
Cuz the writers gotta write,
Like a fighters gotta fight.