apparently i've changed, not who i used to be,
i'm different in many ways, so my friends say to me
but i don't understand, i feel the same as before
i guess i dyed my hair, it ain't brown no more
does that really change who i am?
cause if it does, damn, i'm in a jam...

maybe i had enough of bein treated like a kid
for fuck sakes, i'm eighteen i ain't stupid
i'm an adult now, every man for himself
i don't care if i have friends, i can take care of myself
so who am i spose to be, when i can't be me
man my mind is lost, wish i had the key

fuck it, i'll be who i wannabe
if ya don't like it, y'all can bite me
people go through changes, what can ya do
just be here for me, and i'll be there for you
we all go through changes...good or bad ya gotta do it
life blows sometimes, just the way it is in this shit.....

uppin