I am who I am, can’t you see?
The only person I can be is me.
So why must you go and ruin my life?
Why must you fill it with grief and strife?
I’m just a kid, don’t tell me depressing things.
Don’t you see what sadness to my heart it brings?
I am fragile. My emotions are unstable.
Dealing with my own problems, I’m hardly capable.
You tell me to grow up, so I try.
You tell me I’m too young. Did you lie?
Things like this make my life a mess
So I need you to really confess.
Who am I really? am I me?
Or is that what you don’t want me to be?
Baffy Basics 