My reflection isn't me,
It doesn't reflect what I want to be,
It's not quite like vanity,

See I don't mind, but it's just not me.

So what would you do with a change,

Would it replace, the things you hate?
Or would it just be slightly strange,
All rearranged, feeling the same.


There's no shame, in leaving how you came,
And I would do, everything again, the same.


I'm so sick of safety nets,
I want to jump, and not know what's next.

Would I crash or could I fly,
Would I live, oh you hope I'd try.


Cause there's no sense, in knowing how it ends,
Let's pretend that life is just a trend.