One Hundred Million Years Ago A Hero Crossed The Land

by Crywank

572
[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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