This ain’t a song, this ain’t a song for the doubters;
This ain’t a song, this ain’t a song for the believers;
This is a song, this is a song for myself;
Read it however you want.
I’ve had these words trapped in the walls of my heart;
For as long, as long as I can remember;
Now I tear down these walls and they come pouring out;
And it’s time for you to hear me shout:
You can’t change me in any way;
You can’t exchange me every other day;
And if you don’t like me, well that’s not my fault;
You can’t exchange me for every other day.
You wish that I were prettier, or stronger, or taller;
Well, you’ll have to deal with me the way that I am;
And if you can’t do that, then move right along;
Because you can’t change me in any way.
Now I know, oh I know that I’m no angel;
And for now, that’s plain old okay;
You can leave, but you’ll be back one day;
And you’ll wish you’d known me better and longer.
And when you come back, I’ll still be waiting right here;
And while I know that I’m no angel;
You still can’t change me in any way;
The only person who can change me is myself;
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.