Walking through the clouds of my own imagination
I tried so hard to be like you, your perfect creation
But life throws out the keys of truth with material devastation
Permanent destruction for a limited elation

And I’m tired now
I’m tired of being me, myself and you

A shattered identity, identical reality
Tiptoeing to tow the line of happiness neutrality
And every time it feels like I finally have found me
Over and over again a painful endless finale

And I tried now
I tried being me, myself, and you

Things seem so black and white until they mix to grey
So many things I wish that I could say
I loved the way you hated but like withered rope I fray
Loose ends never to be tied, life serves an empty tray
And these hollow words I pray
Will today be a happy day?