Some days I feel like trash
Disguised in human race
Some days I feel like damn,
Is time to be replaced

Some days I feel like god
Spawn my soul to space
Some days the mirror lies
Sublime, but not my face

Is being flesh my own disease?
Is someone else inside of me?
I’m sorry dear but I don’t know

What’s going on? x4
Hey!

Some days I feel I’m lost
In thought, off-track in time
Some days I’m everyone
But no one’s really mine

Some days I feel the weight
Of choices never made
Some days I can’t escape
The paths I’ll never take

So what am I supposed to do?
If I’m not me, then what is true?
I’m free, but got nowhere to go

What’s going on? x4
Hey!