Being Me
I can’t say if it’s realThat you’re laying here with meIt feels so good … this can’t be youNo … this is something newA hoax, a silly joke or just a lie
I don’t know if this is trueOr just another dream of youI can’t forgetI know that this sounds madBut not as mad as anything you say
Being me … is everything I’ve gotBeing me … is everything that staysWhen everybody else will fail …
And if it’s real what did it takeJust to get here to this place?I gave so much … I cannot sayAnd now I ask myselfWhat it might be this time … just to stay
And if it’s true, what is it worthAll these years and all the hurting … all the pain …?Is it worth the hate …I couldn’t help to grow inside myself?
Being me … is everything I’ve gotBeing me … is everything that staysWhen everybody else will fail …
Being me … being myself …Indeed I’ve learned my lesson well …Being me … Being myselfAt least not anybody else …