[Verse 1] G Bm I want to be a character C Bb In some fiction I write G Bm C So I feel that I have authorship Bb G Over my own life Bm C Build myself into concept Bb To have some control G Bm C But subconscious commands me Bb And so does my soul G Bm C What is truly my nature? Bb G I try to resist Bm C Hasty thoughts that I conjour Bb Make me feel sick G Bm C Give my ego a premise Bb Then try to commit G Bm Still can’t run away C Bb From the fact I exist [Chorus] G Bm Sure sometimes it is nice C To be tangible and true But self-recognition Bb Is hard to construe G To be content in yourself Bm Well it's difficult to do C Some days you’d rather be me Bb Some days I’d rather be you [Verse 2] G Bm And maybe in some ways C Bb That’s why it’s hard to empathize G Bm You're nothing more than character C Bb In someone else’s life G Bm C To them you live as the fiction Bb That you would like to be G Bm C But without the control Bb Over how you’re perceived G Bm You may feel minimized C Bb Or maybe misunderstood G Bm Maybe idealized C Bb Whilst undeserving of that love G Bm C So then discard the opinion Bb G As they don't really know you Bm C Just to face the facts Bb G You don’t know yourself too [Chorus] Bm Sure sometimes it is nice C To feel tangible and true But self-recognition Bb Is hard to construe G To be content in yourself Bm Well it sure is hard to do C Some days you’d rather be me Bb Some days I’d rather be you
I want to be a character in some fiction that I write So I feel that I have authorship over my own life Built myself into concept to have some control But subconscious commands me and so does my soul What is truly my nature? I try to resist Hasty thoughts that I make up make me feel sick Give my ego a premise and try to commit Still can't run away from the fact I exist Sure some times it is nice to be tangible and true Self-recognition is hard to construe To be content in yourself, well it's difficult to do Sometimes you'd rather be me, somedays I'd rather be you And maybe in some ways that's why it's hard to emphasize You're nothing more than characters in someone else's life To them you live as the fiction that you would like to be But without the control over how you're perceived You may feel minimized, or maybe misunderstood Maybe idealized whilst undeserving of that love So then discard the opinion 'cause they don't really know you Just to face the fact that you don't know yourself too Sure some times it is nice to be tangible and true Self-recognition is hard to construe To be content in yourself, well it sure is hard to do Somedays you'd rather be me, somedays I'd rather be you
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