Like you

Last night I stumbled in; those kind shouts were too much for me. Floor boards gently creek, I'm falling down on bended knees. Second hand conversation is all that seems to go around, why do they insist that I'm failing, when I was the one to speak out loud?

Despite what it may seem, I'm tired of critics spilling ink all over me, all over my name, unkept secrets are to blame. I'm grasping winters absent leaves, thinking of her and what this means. Diary entries torn apart, every letter reflects the past.

I will never be like you I promise.
I will never be like you I promise.

Chapters sealed with apologies, I question what you think. You pretend like you're doing this to love me, I feel like you hate me.

I will never be like you I promise.

You think you know the story but you don't know anything at all. The situation is unexplainable, so don't try to understand me. Don't walk like you're special, you live to burn potential. Climbing to a height away, I'll come down when people change.

I will never be like you I promise.

Written by Chris Yeoman, David Yeoman and Vincent White - 2002