Some call me innocent, Some say I’m cruel. Some think I’m clever, Some think I’m a fool.
Some say I’m rich, Some say I’m poor. Some call me a friend, Some close the door.
But here’s the truth, plain to see, I’m not what they think of me. I’m not their words, their doubt, their praise— I’m just myself, through all the maze.
I am the laughter, I am the pain, I am the sunshine, I am the rain. No mask, no show, no hidden plea— I am me. Just me.