I’m tired of this part I play
For the world throughout the day
I’m tired of the stuff I hide 
Blinded by my foolish pride
I’m tired of what people do 
I’d feel a lot better if only I knew
That things would look up
That things would be fine 
That all that I wanted 
Would somehow be mine
I want to know
That I can be me
I want to live 
As a happier me