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I'm not really me.
At least—
Not in the way you'd see.

Call me smart
Or funny or tall.
Call me mean
Or scary after all.

Call me an athlete
Or a student
Or a girl.
Call me an artist—
I'll give it a whirl.

After all...
I'm not really me.
At least—
Not in the way you'd see.

There's no telling
What I can be
When people aren't
Looking at me.

Take a look at my stories,
My novels, my books—
And I'm sure you'll find
In the first words
You've been hooked.

In a world of words
Where I'm not me,
You're not you, either.
You see...

I can use magic
Or be evil or strong.
I can make a city
Where rights are wrongs.

Watch—I'm a ship
Or a bird or a plane.
No! I'm a wizard,
Or an elf—
Or a lion's gold mane.
I'll take out my bow
Draw from my quiver,
String up an arrow,
Make my enemy shiver.

I'll wield a great sword
With a lining of lead
Or I'll become a pirate
With a pistol instead.

Come, here's my home:
It's a castle with a moat.
No wait—it's a cave
Guarded by a purple goat.

Don't mock Leonard.
He's rather bipolar.
It can happen to goats
See, as they get older.

Like him—
I'm not really me.
At least—
Not in the way you'd see.

Now who are you?
A princess? A troll?
An alien or a vampire?
A song or a doll?

We could be knights or
Police working together.
How would you feel as
"Partners forever"?

I could show you, really.
How to not be you.

Rule number one
To be a not-you:
You can't ever be
Unless you first do.

So go on a quest.
Save some penguins,
A snake.
Steal a grand painting.
Replace it with a fake.

Let's climb a mountain
One that's so high
That its tallest peaks
Just barely brush the sky.

Because
If you're not really you,
And I'm not really me,
The idea is, we can do anything.

Rule number nineteen
On how to be a not-me:
Make sure that you leave
Nothing out of the story.

Tale or it didn't happen.
Tell it and it did.
And don't you ever tell me
That these are just for kids.

How can they know them
If no one wrote them?
How can they hear them
If no one told them?

So here's something
You really should know:
All it really takes
Is a little room to grow.

It's a world made of words
Or a feather made of birds.
It doesn't have to make Sense
As if I'm not really me,
I can be whatever
Or whomever
I want to be.

Description
I'm not really me.
At least—
Not in the way you'd see.

Call me smart
Or funny or tall.
Call me mean
Or scary after all.

Call me an athlete
Or a student
Or a girl.
Call me an artist—
I'll give it a whirl.

After all...
I'm not really me.
At least—
Not in the way you'd see.

There's no telling
What I can be
When people aren't
Looking at me.

Take a look at my stories,
My novels, my books—
And I'm sure you'll find
In the first words
You've been hooked.

In a world of words
Where I'm not me,
You're not you, either.
You see...

I can use magic
Or be evil or strong.
I can make a city
Where rights are wrongs.

Watch—I'm a ship
Or a bird or a plane.
No! I'm a wizard,
Or an elf—
Or a lion's gold mane.
I'll take out my bow
Draw from my quiver,
String up an arrow,
Make my enemy shiver.

I'll wield a great sword
With a lining of lead
Or I'll become a pirate
With a pistol instead.

Come, here's my home:
It's a castle with a moat.
No wait—it's a cave
Guarded by a purple goat.

Don't mock Leonard.
He's rather bipolar.
It can happen to goats
See, as they get older.

Like him—
I'm not really me.
At least—
Not in the way you'd see.

Now who are you?
A princess? A troll?
An alien or a vampire?
A song or a doll?

We could be knights or
Police working together.
How would you feel as
"Partners forever"?

I could show you, really.
How to not be you.

Rule number one
To be a not-you:
You can't ever be
Unless you first do.

So go on a quest.
Save some penguins,
A snake.
Steal a grand painting.
Replace it with a fake.

Let's climb a mountain
One that's so high
That its tallest peaks
Just barely brush the sky.

Because
If you're not really you,
And I'm not really me,
The idea is, we can do anything.

Rule number nineteen
On how to be a not-me:
Make sure that you leave
Nothing out of the story.

Tale or it didn't happen.
Tell it and it did.
And don't you ever tell me
That these are just for kids.

How can they know them
If no one wrote them?
How can they hear them
If no one told them?

So here's something
You really should know:
All it really takes
Is a little room to grow.

It's a world made of words
Or a feather made of birds.
It doesn't have to make Sense
As if I'm not really me,
I can be whatever
Or whomever
I want to be.