I'm changing arranging. Things I never thought I'd move before. I'm changing arranging. To your personality I asked for it before. I need a soul who'll never say what I feel. Just fearing that I will accept the ideal. I look up high and I swear all I see. It's a carbon copy image of me. I'm dying hard trying. Baby baby for the rest of my life. I'm trying hard dying. Maybe maybe he's trying to be my life. I've got a never ending battle inside. Just trying to rectify my personal pride. I swear I don't know what it's got over me. But I know it doesn't want to be free.