I Don't Wanna Be Me
I Don't Wanna beI Don't Wanna be meI Don't Wanna be me anymore
Ever throwing at his homeTwo glass houses, twenty stonesFourteen yellow, six are blueCould it be worse.....quite doubtful
I Don't Wanna beI Don't Wanna be meI Don't Wanna be me anymore
I Don't Wanna beI Don't Wanna be meI Don't Wanna be me anymore
Two steps forward, three steps backWithout warning, heart attackHe fell asleep in the snowNever woke up, died alone
I Don't Wanna beI Don't Wanna be meI Don't Wanna be me anymore
I Don't Wanna beI Don't Wanna be meI Don't Wanna be me anymore
Please don't dress in blackWhen you're at his wakeDon't go there to mournBut to celebrate