I Don't Wanna Be Me - Type O Negative

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 me anymore

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 me anymore

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

I don’t wanna be me anymore

I don’t wanna be me anymore

I don’t wanna be me anymore

I don’t wanna be me anymore