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