Being Me

I can’t say if it’s real

That you’re laying here with me

It feels so good … this can’t be you

No … this is something new

A hoax, a silly joke or just a lie

I don’t know if this is true

Or just another dream of you

I can’t forget

I know that this sounds mad

But not as mad as anything you say

Being me … is everthing I’ve got

Being me … is everythig that stays

When everybody else will fail …

And if it’s real what did it take

Just to get here to this place?

I gave so much … I cannot say

And now i ask myself

What it might be this time … just to stay

And if it’s true, what is it worth?

All these years an all the hurting … all the pain …

Is it worth to hate …

I couldn’t help to grow inside myself?

Being me … is everthing I’ve got

Being me … is everythig that stays

When everybody else will fail …

Being me … being myself …

Indeed I’ve learnd my lesson well …

Being me … Being myself

At least not anybody else