You're not the same
You've changed in many ways
You're not the same seems your living
day to day
Like you're hiding in a room
of ghosts again
Cause I cry, I use, I lie, I abuse
It's not the same
Things are getting rough
Seems we bring it on ourselves
Not to say the things we need to oh we
become, Oh something else
Now I'm walking on air, standing tall and
finding my release, Saying all I have to
say right now all I have to be
Like your hiding in a room of
ghosts again
Can't remember all the things I've done
each day. Can't get throught the mist
Can't get words to say
All I know is that I'm trying to change my
ways, I hate it when you see that I am
not myself at all
