Change..

Too much that you want to change in me,
colour me as you wish, mold me the way you want me to be.
Take my word - it wont stick, will all wash out,
drop by drop, down the drain without a doubt..

wish I could change your point of view,
force those notions aside n try be in my shoes..
make you stand in for me, take it on like I do,
feel first-hand 'me' you never knew..

forcing you to swap places,

But no.. i wont do that.
'cos in futile effort to make you understand,
blindly I just might don your hat !


i shall let it pass, leaving with you no choice,
as you cant just ignore me, for whatever i've got..
i wont change, and you got nothing..
but to love me or hate me, for everythin' that i'm not.