when you grow up

You've been a broken child, you've been a housewife, you've been a student, you've been an artist, you've been a biker bitch, you've been a writer, you've been a tattooed, beer drinking, vagabond.
You change with the wind, as they blow through your life.
You're happy, then your sad, you cocoon, you molt and then you fly far, far away.

You need time to yourself!
You need to figure out who you are!
You need to be you!

But I have been me all along.
You see, the only ever thing I've ever wanted to be,
was someone else.

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