I thought I knew who I was
It seemed I was very wrong
Mostly thought of as being flakey
I hoped people would see me as strong
But then one day when they did
I got scared as I don’t want to be
Someone other than whom I’m familiar
So I’ll go back to flakey old me
And maybe I am strong some days
But I’ll be that behind closed doors
Like a flower that blooms behind roses
There’s no ‘ultimate being’ laws
So for now I’ll just be who I am
To not worry how others perceive
As they’ll see what they see, as they see it
And their view is the one they’ll believe
So yes, I’m as flakey as hell
Changing mind at the drop of a hat
Once I’m strong to be strong than I’ll be
And I can’t do better than that.
