I am not who you want me to be,
I am a vision of the girl you used to see.
When she died you did not mourn
She ran away and now is gone
I am not the girl you took me for;
I have moved on and I am more,
But you still worship at her feet
A vision of your love, my sweet.
When things do change and I am gone
Will you still think dearly of the one,
The one who worshipped the ground you tread.
She grew up, that girl is dead.
So my dear, when time has passed,
And you have drank to the last
Will you remember me as I am,
Or as that meek, gentle lamb ?
Who turned on you and shed her clothing
As she saw the truth and became all knowing.
She stood proud and she was tall,
As all around her began to fall.
The Ivory tower she lived now looks bleak.
As the vines around it grew weak,
She grew strong and tore down chains.
Then she began to live again.
So as you smile and see no truth,
The man who lost his golden youth.
In my heart I know a spell,
I can use it and time will tell,
Tell us life eternal will be.
If only lovers set us free.
I am young now and forever will be
I just need to believe that I am me.