Sunday night has come again, and still I cannot sleep,
Hidden lines have come to a head; no more secrets left to keep,
And now that everything is gone, the morning sun seems bittersweet,
Has the day begun already?
And now ashamed of who I am – I missed what everyone could see,
Always a fight for me to change into the man you want me to be,
A better man that shares my name – can I look into his eyes and see a reflection of...
Try to make it through the day – too confused to disbelieve,
Did it use to be this way? – I try to remember speaking,
You, I thought would understand, appreciate my weakness,
And tell me I can be a man.
And now ashamed of who I am – I missed what everyone could see,
Always a fight for me to change into the man you want me to be,
A better man that shares my name – can I look into his eyes and see a reflection of...
What’s left inside to see? – these captured thoughts surrounding jealousy,
No hope do you believe, if left alone these worlds will bury me,
And who will sing this boy to sleep in the stillness of his room?
Present a melody of peace, beckon dreams to follow soon,
But if there’s no one left but him, then the curtain has been drawn,
A wasted life deserves no song.
And now ashamed of who I am – I missed what everyone could see,
Always a fight for me to change into the man you want me to be,
A better man that shares my name – can I look into his eyes and see a reflection of me?
