Change my clothes. Change my face. Change the time and change the place. You walk out; I walk off never knowing what we've lost. I don't know if I can change the signs and change the plan. All things come to those who wait. But some things come too late. If I knew what I could lose, I would change for you. If I stumbled on the truth, I would change for you. If there's something I could do to turn me into you, I would change, I would change. What I am, what I'm not. Someone tell me what I've got. In my hands, in my heart. Where to stop and when to start. Only words come between what we say and what we mean. If I really knew myself, then I'd be someone else. If I knew what I could lose, I would change for you. If I listened to the clues, I would change for you. If there's something I could do to turn me into you, I would change, I would change. Maybe there is no conclusion when sanity becomes confusion. If I knew what I could lose, I would change for you. If I stumbled on the truth, I would change. If there's something I could do to turn me into you, I would change, I would change. I would change. I would change. I would change. I would change for you. I would change. I would change. I would change. I would change for you. For you. For you.