When i was born you held on tight
Mom thinking you were right
But soon time came and you left her alone
It was her but most likely a clone
I saw you ,me being your own
You never used that angry tone
But then one day i was shown
I figured it out on my own
A little girl i was you see
I'm still finding out what you should be
Now listen to me while i count to three
What do you think you should be?
