Lyrics

[Verse I] 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 Then try to commit Still can't run away From the fact I exist [Chorus] Sure sometimes it is nice To be tangible and true But self-recognition Is hard to construe To be content in yourself Well it's difficult to do Some days you'd rather be me Some days I'd rather be you [Verse II] And maybe in some ways That's why it's hard to empathize You're nothing more than character 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 idealised Whilst undeserving of that love So then discard the opinion As they don't really know you Just to face the facts You don't know yourself too [Chorus] Sure sometimes it is nice To feel tangible and true But self-recognition Is hard to construe To be content in yourself Well it sure is hard to do Some days you'd rather be me Some days I'd rather be you