Another year comes to an end and with it a new trend
Who will you be this time
Ska, emo, or punk, straight edge or drunk
When will you make up your mind?
Trade in your checkerboard pants and your new skankin' dance
Now draw x's on your hands
Your'e defined by your clothes and attendance at shows
Your identity's slippin' away
There used to be something but now there is nothing left of that person inside
Everything that you've heard becomes your own word as others keep changing your mind
You try to deny you don't have your own mind
But be careful, watch what you say 'cause it won't be long
For the next you is gone and another you is slippin' away