What do you do when all you want to be
is somebody else, somebody you cant be
When all you can do is just watch in silence
as life passes you by in ritualistic eloquence
If neither running to - nor running away seem right
And existence as oneself resembles a losing fight
A fight to separate the present and past tenses
while wishing these issues were somebody else's
The battle has been lost but the war might yet be won
Such is the optimism I feel with each setting sun
Knowing tommorrow when it rises, will be a new day
hopefully a better one -in my heart of hearts I pray
But when everything's said and has been attempted
fighting, praying and positivity tried and resented
Just what do you do when all you want to be
is somebody else, specially somebody else you cant be
