| Lyrics: | I'm changing, arranging
Things I never thought I'd move before
I'm changing,
arranging
To your personality I asked for it before
I need a soul who never say what I
feel
Just fearing that I will accept the ideal
I lick the pie and I sweat all I see
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It's a carbon copy image of me
I'm dying had trying
Baby, baby, for the rest of my
life
I'm trying had dying
Maybe, maybe he's trying to be my life
I've got a never
ending battle inside
Just trying to rectify my personal pride
I swear I don't know what
it's got over me
But I know it doesn't want to be free |
