I Don’t Wanna be
I Don’t Wanna be me
I Don’t Wanna be me anymore
Ever throwing at his home
Two glass houses, twenty stones
Fourteen yellow, six are blue
Could it be worse…..quite doubtful
I Don’t Wanna be
I Don’t Wanna be me
I Don’t Wanna be me anymore
I Don’t Wanna be
I Don’t Wanna be me
I Don’t Wanna be me anymore
Two steps forward, three steps back
Without warning, heart attack
He fell asleep in the snow
Never woke up, died alone
I Don’t Wanna be
I Don’t Wanna be me
I Don’t Wanna be me anymore
I Don’t Wanna be
I Don’t Wanna be me
I Don’t Wanna be me anymore
Please don’t dress in black
When you’re at his wake
Don’t go there to mourn
But to celebrate