Now that we’re done with introductions,
You know a little more about me.
You’re convinced that I’ve been honest,
But I never touched on the dreams of drowning.
Addiction and self-loathing,
Obsessive compulsive routine of burning,
The memories of all my failings so I don’t flinch at my reflections.
Everyone’s got something,
They wish that they could change.
And I spent my life,
Trying to be.
More like you,
Less like me.
I never asked to be born,
In this skin draped over me.
Am I as ugly on the outside,
As what’s living underneath?
How can you tell me that I’m special,
When I’m just another man?
Is this everything I’ll know?
Is this everything I am?
The only thing that I’m afraid of,
Is I will live forever.
This life’s too long for me,
And i can’t take it.
Wanna be somebody else,
Then I can make it.