Show me how to be me

Show me how to be me.

I'm a stranger to the time when i chose my body,

in the heavens, in line, waiting to see who i wanted to be.

I'm aware now that this life was laid out for me.

but i dint know my purpose,

no i dint know what my purpose is, show it to me!

i wander 'round trying to achieve,

but all i come up with is a handful of broken teeth.

cause i cant escape the punches i receive,

*they tell you that you're nothing, you wont succeed*

but i have a curious desire to dance in this fire,

with all the others who dint have a clue.

we praise our lack of knowledge,

and the pureness that we "follow"

but how can we see?

how can we see?

oh when i run along,

without any aim or care where I'm going,

i know for a fact that I'm trying to escape.

cause there's that past that chases me down,

and i don't want to look it in the eye,

cause I'm afraid.... so afraid I'll break down and cry.

but would that be the end of the world?

would that be the end of me?

fear of the unknown.

fear of a life.

fear of anything different.

i like my life the same.

but it's not working out for me this way.

there's no way i can keep replaying.

the same old mistakes.

those tired old mistakes....

so i reached the point...

where i cant run any longer.

i have to stop and face the truth....

my life is a disaster.

so i give my soul to you.

please take control for me.

i don't know what to do.

show me how to be me.