Not the Same

I wish i could go back
way back into time
where i was barely 8,
and rich was one small dime..

it seemed so easy then
like i knew how
but what i was then
makes them think i am now

they cant seem to accept
I'm not the same anymore
I've changed too much since then
but they just call me a hore

they say that I'm still mean
and yet that's just not me
but what they say i am
they're making me to be..