Some people should try to better themselves,
There’s always room for improvement.
One person I know well needs rearranging -
Some others are fickle, they keep on changing.

I’ve never changed, I’m still the same.
What I used to do, I’m doing again.
Those habits of mine that I had before
Number the same, not less, not more.

I’m in a rut, there’s not much hope,
Nobody’s perfect, not even the Pope.
I continue to do the things I did,
You almost discovered the one that I hid.

But I’ve never changed, don’t think I can.
You’ll have to love me the way I am.

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