Once one, now another.
Who is real? Tell me mother.
You gave me birth, and now I'm me.
But am I my own, or but a product of she?
It can't, no, can it truly be?
That I am but one single solitary me?
I have been oppressed with unadulterated identity!
Made once and never again 'cause that's who I ought to be.
Well to hell with that and to hell with the rules!
I'll be my own me, let the others stay fools.
This world is everchanging, I won't let it surpass me.
I shan't grow old and let a new world harass me.
So as it seems, I cannot keep one personality.
I will change as necessary, to hell with reality!
To hell with this sense of single born identity!
I wear no makeup, I portray no fallacies.
But I shed a new skin, 'cause I'll be who I have to be.
There will never be a fake version to see.
Because I am my own me.
But who that is will always varry.
There's not a thing I cannot be.
So to hell with reality!
To hell with what you chose as my so-called identity!
That's right! I say to hell with you, mother!
I was once one, but now I am another.