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To fade away is so alluring, yet
I must try
To remember that which I am bound to froget
And to forget that which I am bound to remember.

But who can remember what life was like Before?
Who can forget the moment life became After?
Something lost or something gained, who is sure?
Why can After and Before never bee the same?

They are different because of change,
But they are not always so different.
Feelings are not always exchanged,
And over time, they only intensify,

Until we face them down

I am myself.
I refuse to always follow the crowd.
Who are they to choose what I like?
I choose my own music, my own clothes.
When I smile, it's because I have found happiness.
It's because someone outside the crowd has caused me to,
But even then, I smile because I want to.
I hurry through my ordinary chores
Just so I can do things for those out here with me.

Some of us want to join the maddened masses.
I wish I could convince them to stay,
But they say inside is where they can belive in everything.
They are wrong, for only out here can you truly believe.
In there, they squeeze the independence out of you.
Is popularity an even trade for your own mind?
I would rather be alone with my own mind,
For I delight in being able to say,
"I am myself!"