I was tricked into believing This is my world. There are too many signs That can't be ignored. It's certainly not my old world. No, not my world at all. Not the one I inherited, And not the world I'll leave you. And I'm so sorry for the mess we're in. I'm sorry I'm made of carbon, I'm changing, I could be a diamond still.
Tip of the hat to the Wicked Witch of the West for the title.