I am and I'll be I am: I'm me (I am: I'm me) I am: I'm me I will, you'll see I am: I'm me (can't you see, I'm me) I am: I'm me (I'm me, I'm me) Who are you to look down at what I believe? I'm on to your thinking and how you deceive Well, you can't abuse

Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up You spend your life in a dream that you can't escape 'Cause you live your life in a coma, you're never awake You only get one life Is because you were never awake If you'd open your eyes then maybe you'd see what's at

Give it up let go There's no hide and seek I see you you see me What's the mystery Somewhere in between Reeling, reeling You've got what I need Sleep, I don't need no sleep Words are only words

I couldn't believe what I was seeing Faces all screwed up like what I'd done I didn't mean to hurt you so much I knew it would hurt you but not like this We all make a mess from time to time, dear But it'll take me a lifetime to get this cleared Somebody

Am I made up of glass? Do you see straight through me? Do you not want to be what we once talked about? I'm losing it, I'm losing it for you This is like a different tune And I'm so in love with you I'm losing my mind, I'm losing myself I keep cutting

(I love myself) When you lookin' at me, ahh, tell me what do you see? I put a bullet in the back of the back of the head of the bully Illuminated by the hand of God, boy don't seem shy I went to war last night I done been through a whole lot Trial,

It's a what, it's a, it's a what And baby, we could keep going 'cause you already knowin' That you'd never stop the show until you see the lights (Woo!) And the lights ain't on right now I can't even see what's going on right now This could be our little

If you don't like what I'm saying then buck Swing when you see me we can throw them hands sucker If you didn't notice nigga, I don't give a fuck If I said it then I meant it and what fuck nigga You don't want to see the triggerman bust Hit you and your

This house is a circus, berserk as fuck We tend to see that as a perk, though Look what it's done to your friends; their memories are pretend And the last thing they want is for the feeling to end There's a room for the trouble and there's lovers to be

To be their own piece of clay Everybody wants somebody We should all love each other (each other) Father stop Criticizing (criticizing) your son Mother please Leave your daughters alone Don't you see that's what wrong With the world (with the world)