I believe it was The Verve who once said
"I'm a million different people from one day to the next"
I can't make up my mind about who I am
I adjust my personality for people I just met
Too seem likable and palatable
Is that psycho?
Is that animal?

If everyone I've ever met showed up to my funeral
And they exchanged stories
They'd realize quickly that none of my friends knew me at all
And that's my own fault

But I'll always keep it that way
I lock peoplе out to keep me OK
What if I show someone who I am at my corе
And they decide that they don't like me anymore?