What's me, is always me.

The rain poured on me for years,

It wouldn't stop, it only brought tears.

It beat me 'til I was blue and black, 

stabbing me in the back.

I was young so I couldn't rememeber, 

but that's okay, because now I'm better. 

I'm stronger than the rain, 

I can't feel the pain it brings me, 

because I found the sunshine,

and now my life is mine.

I can walk through life knowing that I have conquered,

since my birth mother is gone, and my father took over.

He showed me the way, 

and showed me what's right.

And now I can show him that I can fight.

I am my father, I am who I am.

She showed me how I didn't want to stand.

I love him, and not she,

He is the one who made me, me.