Myself Paroles

but got trouble next day I went to school, you see.

Two big fellows, which don't much about like in me

put me in to the games where I don't wanna be.

In other words no one don't like me there.

Sometimes I really care. I can't be myself.

Then one day I didn't meet the chosen one.

I took a gun, party's just begun.

Inside of me there still lives a part of me,

it put me back to the Earth, where I belong to be.

I get along well with this feeling in my mind.
but still I can't, I can't be myself.

I'm gonna the way I wanna be,

nobody wanna talk with me, no.

Do I have to be, or let my feelings free?

Take a look at me, the way I wanna be.

I made decisions right, my feelings came from inside,

I took a drug ride, I felt part of me died.

My life turned from that good to that very bad.

There were only me, my pipe 'n' those drugs I had.

One day I just will be, I'm gonna be real me,

I think I cannot be, I can't be myself.