Mimicry- they say it is the purest form of flattery
To like someone so much that you copy them automatically
But I think I should have been myself- not let thoughts of others get to me
Because in the end I wasn't able to express my feelings properly
I wasn't able to express my feelings
But still they should have seen the meaning
Behind the actions: hiding, crying
Looking away, or at the ceiling
In the end I guess it all comes back to communicating
What you think is clear, is clear as mud
When no one is listening
Living with this mimicry
I become like you
But you won't like me
I hate this form of flattery
If only I didn't care about
Other peoples' feelings
I just want to be the real me
Just wanna be the real me