My Way
I'm tired of being the bigger person, I'm tired of being so strong,
And I'm tired of doing what I think is right and feeling like Its all wrong,
Always questioning my value, never knowing my worth,
Always feeling as though I was born on the wrong earth,
And maybe I was suppose to live in a different universe in a different time,
But we cant choose when and where we are born, that's lifes biggest crime
So I'm stuck here with this body and this brain,
Unless I finally decide to jump off of this crazy train,
Or I switch gears and I fly in the fast lane, until I either make it where I want to go or I crash,
Ash to ash... dust to dust,
I have to live my life my way because I must,
And if I cant be me then I'd rather spontaneously combust,
So dont push me cause I'm close to the edge,
And everything seems so beautiful up here on this ledge
And I'm tired of doing what I think is right and feeling like Its all wrong,
Always questioning my value, never knowing my worth,
Always feeling as though I was born on the wrong earth,
And maybe I was suppose to live in a different universe in a different time,
But we cant choose when and where we are born, that's lifes biggest crime
So I'm stuck here with this body and this brain,
Unless I finally decide to jump off of this crazy train,
Or I switch gears and I fly in the fast lane, until I either make it where I want to go or I crash,
Ash to ash... dust to dust,
I have to live my life my way because I must,
And if I cant be me then I'd rather spontaneously combust,
So dont push me cause I'm close to the edge,
And everything seems so beautiful up here on this ledge
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