Can I just be happy?
Or will you all worry?
I want to change the world…
But can I even change myself?

Every word I say I have to think.
Sometimes it's enouigh to turn me to drink.
I get so lonely, yet I have friends,
They're not enough, I want Elton's love.

Whenever I stay up; alarm bells ring.
To sleep calm maybe I should sing…
Relaxing, ironically can't be forced.
So how do you cope? Please let on.

Great minds out there pass on.
And we are left to mock the dead.
Thoughts chase themselves around my head
When I want to shoo the demons out.

I will never be anybody else but me
Everybody thinks that I should be
Like Bush, Eric Clapton, Pablo Neruda, or an activist
But I will never be that
A singer is not something I dream of
Poetry I understand
But Pablo Neruda is somebody else
I am me
And if they are not happy with who I am too bad
Because I will never be anybody else
Frankly I am getting tired of this all
And there is always something telling me who do they think they are?
To tell me who should I be?
To be honest the message that they are sending I am not good enouigh
Yes they are showing it of
But I am not
I am the simple kind of man