To know who you are is a lie

what you think or want to be isn't exactly accepted in reality.

So I became what everyone thought of me 

I believed whatever they taught me .

And yet.. to fit in was always lonely .

Weave a knit as if to protect me from these harsh winds

On summer days I wore it out 

but still chilled so I'd knit a little longer, tighter, tinner,

bigger, smarter, lighter, sassier, quieter, cuter, nicer,

shorter, flirtier, healthier, dumber, braver,

happier, blacker, faster, whiter, better, FAKER.

I was fake down to the bone claiming 100% natural

No one could taste my artificial flavoring.

I was food coloring and hair dye thrown in the trash

When my user had had their fun with me

A stain left on the counter or skin you see 

I was soon to become a faded memory.

Taught myself to play the mute everbody heard

To be a song everyone knew yet could never get the melody.

My eyes could not explain 

and my lips wouldn't have it

I could hear through my ass and repeat with a smile

still my HA's could drown any dead fish to safety

and as the sunrise falls in reverse 

I'll kiss the world good bye

And hello to who I Am Myself 

Which in itself brings upon a problem...

I've always thought you knew who I was better than me