Compass, Dresses, Lover; Gone – Page 5

 
What I want
 
                    I am troubled                     
By a pain in my chest
I’ve for too long suppressed
Now it’s taking me in
 
I am worried
That I won’t make it home
That I’ll drift on alone
With no ink in my pen
 
Cause everybody wants me to be
What I am not, but I am not
My hair’s a mess, I’m broke, but I’m free
And I have fought, I have fought
 
I am waiting
For the best things to say
For the right chords to play
I’ll try to do it my way
 
But everybody wants me to be
What I am not, but I am not
My hair’s a mess, I’m broke, but I’m free
And I have fought, I have fought
 
                 I listen closely                
to the night
Wait for peace and light
 
But everybody wants me to be
What I am not, but I am not
My hair’s a mess, I’m broke, but I’m free
And I have fought, I have fought