Changing, arranging

Ah.....
ah.....
oh....
i'm changing, arranging
things i never thought i'd move before
i'm changing, arranging
to your personality i asked for it for
I need a soul who'll never say what i feel
just fearing that i will accept the ideal
i look up high and i swear all i see
is a carbon copy image of me
I'm dying, half trying
baby, baby, for the rest of my life
i'm trying and dying
maybe, maybe`s tryin' be my life
I've fight a never ending battle inside
just trying to rectify my personal pride
i swear i don't know what it's got over me
but i know it doesn't want to be free
Oh.......
oh.......