The real me
I used to be one of the crowd and copy whatever they'd do,
I would speak the way that they would speak, I listened to music they knew.
I used to dress, how they would dress, designer labels and all,
Only like men with good looks and dark hair, who were smart, arrogant and tall
Then I found the real me and I didn't copy what they'd do
I didn't speak the way that they would speak, or listen to music they knew
I didn't dress how they dressed, with designer labels and all
or only like men with good looks and dark hair, who were smart, arrogant and tall
You see, I choose what I want to do now, and make up my mind you see,
because until you do, you're not living your life the way you want it to be
So, if that makes you an outcast, so what? Enjoy it, you're not on your own,
You'll be happier than anyone out there, when your life is not somebody's clone
Forget the people who snub you, because you're not who you used to be
You've changed for the bettter, it's them you see, that will never ever be free.
And so my old friends are in the past, a reminder of who I once was
It's time to be the new and improved me and see what the future does.
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