I'm Trying to be me
Why can't I be?
I'm trying to hiển thị
why can't this feeling go?
Ohh... can't bạn see?
I'm trying to be me
No matter If you're short hoặc tall
No matter If bạn have this all
Just have your life with whom bạn want
No matter what people has to say
and just di chuyển on, on your way
Everybody has something to share
and everybody has someone to care... about
people could be real with you
and mostly they could courtesy you
Just forget about them
No matter if you're punk hoặc rock
No matter if bạn have a bad look
Just have your life with whom bạn want
No matter what people has to say
and just di chuyển on, on your way
Just forget...just forget... Just forget
what people has to say
and just di chuyển on, on your way!
Why can't I be?
I'm trying to hiển thị
why can't this feeling go?
Ohh... can't bạn see?
I'm trying to be me
No matter If you're short hoặc tall
No matter If bạn have this all
Just have your life with whom bạn want
No matter what people has to say
and just di chuyển on, on your way
Everybody has something to share
and everybody has someone to care... about
people could be real with you
and mostly they could courtesy you
Just forget about them
No matter if you're punk hoặc rock
No matter if bạn have a bad look
Just have your life with whom bạn want
No matter what people has to say
and just di chuyển on, on your way
Just forget...just forget... Just forget
what people has to say
and just di chuyển on, on your way!
hold fast to dreams,
for if dreams die,
life is a broken winged bird,
that can not fly.
the night is a big black cat,
the moon is her topaz eye,
the stars are the mice she hunts at night,
in the field of the sultry sky.
the mirror is the magic of man,
for his quest throughout time,
has been to see himself,
to know himself as others do,
and the mirror is his tool,
however, he must remember,
that the mirror shows everything,
exactly in reverse.
bạn are drowning yourself in sorrow,
holding close your memories of regret,
bạn hope then tomorrow,
the memories bạn shall forget,
but they never really leave you,
no, they are always here,
but in time someone will change them,
to memories that are so dear.
for if dreams die,
life is a broken winged bird,
that can not fly.
the night is a big black cat,
the moon is her topaz eye,
the stars are the mice she hunts at night,
in the field of the sultry sky.
the mirror is the magic of man,
for his quest throughout time,
has been to see himself,
to know himself as others do,
and the mirror is his tool,
however, he must remember,
that the mirror shows everything,
exactly in reverse.
bạn are drowning yourself in sorrow,
holding close your memories of regret,
bạn hope then tomorrow,
the memories bạn shall forget,
but they never really leave you,
no, they are always here,
but in time someone will change them,
to memories that are so dear.