Peter Heppner 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
