When I have no idea who I am,
Or what I want.
I’m just trying my best.
To do the right thing,
Be the good guy,
the one who deserves the happy ending.
But I’m getting sick of chasing rainbows
That clearly don’t exist.
Why work so hard just to end up where I was before?
Tired and completely alone.
What’s the point of wishing on a star?
When I know it’s all about to come crashing down.
If pain is how we gain things in life
I don’t want any part of it.
It’s been raining for a while now
So I’m just biding my time until I become
that person you need me to be.
After all, I still don’t fit that cookie cutter mold.