I don’t wanna be me
By jfarrell
I don’t wanna be me;
I don’t know how it works;
I press the buttons,
But… that’s not what I meant, how I meant.
All around me,
People get on with life;
They have their personal disasters,
Their worries and anxieties
But, they get on with it;
I want to, too;
I don’t wanna be me no more;
Useless waste of space
And not “drunk” - waste of space, yeah,
But ‘drunk’ has always been an excuse;
But, it’s never been the reason;
I don’t know how it works…
I press the buttons…
I smile, coz it’s what I’m spose to do,
But what comes back is meaningless;
Incomprehensible.
I don’t wanna be me,
But I don’t know how to be someone else;
And I don’t know how to pretend to be better than me;
Coz, I’m me.
I guess we’ve all been there, right?
I Gotta Be Me
U gotta be you.