In the make-believe world I've known
lives a fella that I would like to be
with a heart that is made of stone.
Wish that he could be me.
Then I'd turn my back on love.
And I'd give no pity or sympathy.
Still I'd remain only me.
Only me.
Only me.
Only me.
See the man I pretend to be,
well protected, he never learned to cry.
Cause the man I pretend to be
lives alone in a lie.
But pretending is not real.
And the worst is better than make-believe.
Now I see
only me.
Only me.
Only me.
Only me.
Only me.
Only me.
Only me.
As hard as I've tried to be loyal,
as I've tried to be hard,
but I've failed.
There's something inside of me calling me,
don't run away,
stay,
stay with love.
See the man that I tried to be,
watch him stumble and watch him fall behind.
Watch him fumble inside of me,
drifting out of my mind.
And his shadow slips away,
and there's sunshine bursting inside of me.
Still I remain only me.
Only me.
Only me.
Only me.
Only me.
Only me.
Only me.