So I’m changing who I am
‘cos what I am’s not good
And I know you love me now
But I don’t see why you should

I cannot remember a time in my life where I’ve not craved some sort of change. Change of place, change of style or some sort of change in the way I think or see the world. I don’t know what it is, but I always feel the need to change something or fix something.

I’m wondering, does this mean that I’m not content?