I changed my shoes and changed my clothes,
so I could be the things they like,
but still they were not thrilled with those,
not even with my motorbike.
I joined a gym and changed my hair,
I got my arms and back tattooed.
They didn’t see or didn’t care,
and some of them were even rude!
I changed my tastes and changed my voice,
I copied what I thought they dug,
but still they didn’t dig my choice,
and made me feel a proper mug.
I had enough of hunting ghosts,
of fitting through their stupid holes.
When fools keep changing round the posts,
your time is wasted chasing goals.
So now I only please myself,
my friends are few but they are true.
It’s better for my mental health,
and maybe it could be for you?