I feel myself stuck between two sides of me
The newer side’s the one I let people see
The real me is more fun, but that side is old
Lately I’ve lived life based on what I’ve been told

I act like a girly girl who’s got lots of class
When truly I just want to someone’s kick ass
I shop for fitted clothes and watch my style
But I just feel like dressing to run a mile

What happened to the old me, where has she gone?
I’m lost in thought wondering where I went wrong
I was fun, boyish, and had a farmer’s tan
But nobody wants to be called “Anne the Man”

I couldn’t stand the laughter in every stare
But they weren’t my friends, so why did I care?
Now that I’ve changed from who I was back then
I just hope that someday I’ll find me again