Sometimes I wish that I could be more like you
Or more like you want me to

Because some days, I don't wanna get up
Some days I wish I could just say - stop

Some days I feel like, yeah!
This is who I am, and that's a great feeling I tell you ma'am

A few days ago, I laid in my bed
With my head between my legs
Wondering who I was, and am

I've heard that I will be "forever alone"
If I don't lift my feet and pick up the phone
But then again, I've heard those words that Stephen Hawking said
"Quiet people have the loudest minds"
It's funny because it's true
Everything is not because of you

I have alot to say, but I don't open my mouth
If someone wants to hear my voice,
they just have to look at me with their eyes closed

So I've decided to stay the same way
For I am who I am, that's kind of mad

But still, I wish some days that I could hide in a closet or so
Just because the one I am is not always the best way to go

Still people envy me, because I have stuff in my head
How I envy them, and the life they lived

I wish I could smile all the time,
people would smile back at me