identity crisis

The way I dress, the way I act,
The type of jokes that I laugh at
Who I'm with can change all that
It's safe to say I'm selling out.

I sold myself, I sold my soul
So the "in crowd" would think I'm cool

The things I do, the things I say
The type of games I want to play
Who I'm with can change the way
I deal with the shades of gray.

I lost myself, I lost my name
Now I don't like what I became.