I want to know where my confidence went; One day it all disappeared; And I'm lying in a hotel room miles away; Voices next door in my ear; Daytime's a drag, Nighttime worse; Hope that I can get home soon; But the half-finished bottles of inspiration Lie like ghosts in my room;
I want to go, I know I can't stay; But I don't want to run; Feeling this way,
Til I am myself...
There's a seat on the corner I keep every night; Wait til the evening begins; I feel like a stranger from another world; But at least I'm living again; There are nights full of anger; Words that are thrown; Tempers that are shattered and thin; And the moments of magic Are just too short; They're over before they begin;
I know it's time, One big step; I can't go, I'm not ready yet;
Til I am myself...
I had a dream that my house was on fire; People laughed while it burned; I tried to run but my legs were numb; I had to wait til the feeling returned; I don't need a doctor to figure it out I know what's passing me by; When I look in the mirror; Sometimes I see traces of some other guy
I want to go, I know I can't stay; But I don't want to run feeling this way;
Til I am myself; Til I am myself; Til I am myself again
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