,
Why must I suffer,
Why must I cry?
Why must I keep
My emotions built up inside?
I used to be the man,
The man that everyone loved.
Now I'm like a quilt
That's not made out of love.
The moment I told the truth,
My life began to change.
First I lost my fans,
Last I lost my name.
I used to be the guy
Who loved to joke around,
Who'd get all up in your face,
And act just like a clown.
Now I became serious,
And began to see things very clearly.
Oh, how I became so angry
At the one you loved so dearly.
I would rant and rave
About how it isn't fair
That every time he lies,
An "HBK" chant rings through the air.
Oh, people, why can't you see
That the only thing I want from you…
Is for you to let me…
Be me?