How It Feels To Be Like Me

Paper airplane, stuck on a roof
Power-line, with dangling shoes
Kite stranded, in an old oak tree
That’s how it feels, to be like me

Facing it, on my own
Another road, traveled alone
With a face, made of stone
Sometimes ya get the fat, sometimes ya get the bone

Another beer, to help me forget
Hungover in the morning, is all I get
Ain’t no use, getting upset
Best to fold, if I can’t cover my bet

Letting go, what might of been
Old lovers, fair weather friends
Sad and lonely, is all I get
Holding on to memories, that others forget

It ain’t easy, being like me
I’m not sure, who you want me to be
With all my faults, others see
You’re the only one, to stand by me

Lets get high, have a laugh
Forget tomorrow, let go of the past
Life goes by, way too fast
If love were a race, I’d come in last

Paper airplane, stuck on a roof
Power-lines, with dangling shoes
Kite stranded, in an old oak tree
That’s how it feels, to be like me

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