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'll never say what I feel
	Just fearing that I will accept the ideal
	I look up high and I swear all I see
	It's a carbon copy image of me
	I'm dying hard trying
	Baby, baby, for the rest of my life
	I'm trying hard 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