What makes me, me?
Is it the way I comb my hair, my brains and beauty, or the shoes i wear on my feet?
What makes me any different from you? Is it because i'm so kind
Or because I'm excited when I wakeup and realize I have a free mind?
What makes me, me? Is it that I adapt to pain so well
That i hold my head up high, teaching myself not to cry, can't you tell?
What makes you, you?
Is the way you put on the perfect fake smile when everything's not okay
But you want others to notice when you're down throughout the day?
What makes you any different from me? Is it because you're so mean
Or because you're hiding behind a brick wall you don't want no one to see?
What makes you, you? Is it those expensive clothes you wear
So you can walk down the hallway and receive all the envious stares?