If I lived with perfect people, then I'd never have to change.
I wouldn't have to care a whit, if others think I'm strange.

Obnoxious with an ego.  Entrenched beyond belief.
Convinced that others care to hear, my diatribe of grief.

If you've heard me once, you've heard it all, I've nothing more to give.
A wasted life.  Unchanged at all, I'm dead before I live.

I'm set in stone from way back when, so hard for me to change,
If I lived with perfect people, then I'd never have to change.