Trying to do my part,
as I try to fit in.
The agony of my heart,
the struggle from within.

Trying to be like you,
trying to be of your kind.
Ways that aren't of myself,
for I am the one who's blind.

You hold on to these,
for what I have to be.
So therefore you have,
you have nothing to say to me.

The words that I say,
the man I am today
are not good enough for you.
Waiting for my departure,
so this is what I must do.

For it's come to an end,
there's no more time to lie.
No more use to pretend,
so therefore it's time
for me to say good-bye.

I am not punk,
I am not goth.
I'm not what I apear to be,
all that I am is me.
This is what I am,
this is what I am not.