its all on a page for you to read. my life as it is and everthig that you don't see. a line in the sand and a tear on my face, i know that i will know find my own way. its here and its now standing outside my house. how can this be, is this really me? or am i just what you expect me to be. i'm not your puppet you are not the boss of me. i am my own author to the book of my life. You cannot change me to what you expect me to be.