More songs by Natalie Jane
Description
Sometimes it feels like even your own reflection is a stranger. She looks in the mirror and is slightly disapproving, as if to say, "You still haven't reached the ideal from the shampoo commercial." Everything seems to be fine - I have a job, my friends are joking around, life goes on. But inside, there's still a strange feeling that it's too late for my own happiness. You're trying to be grateful, reasonable, "in the zone," but your thoughts stubbornly scatter like cats from a bath. You envy those who seem to know how to live beautifully and easily, even tho you understand in your mind that there's chaos there too, it's just a bit more cheerful with a filter. And yet, somewhere deep beneath this mess of self-esteem and comparisons, there's a quiet desire to simply stop running. Stop, breathe out, and for just a second believe that being yourself isn't a failure, but perhaps the only honest victory.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Staring at the ceiling, I've been wondering where I went wrong.
'Cause everywhere I'm going is another place I don't belong.
What if I get halfway to the moon and then it all just stops?
And what if every fairytale is just a fairytale they're all made of?
Why do I always feel like I am falling behind?
I spend every minute wishing I'm someone else.
Maybe I need help, 'cause I wanna be anyone but myself. Oh, why am I jealous of a stereotype?
I've been looking in the mirror and I can't tell.
Maybe I need help, 'cause I wanna be anyone but myself.
I wanna be anyone but myself.
I wanna be anyone but. . .
Every happy feeling is another one that I can't trust.
'Cause I'll wake up tomorrow and be certain that I'm not enough.
I compare with my friends, I'm not pretty like them.
And it drives me insane, I can't measure success.
Right now, I'm just thinking that I might be thinking way too much, yeah.
Why do I always feel like I am falling behind?
I spend every minute wishing I'm someone else.
Maybe I need help, 'cause I wanna be anyone but myself. Oh, why am I jealous of a stereotype?
I've been looking in the mirror and I can't tell.
Maybe I need help, 'cause I wanna be anyone but myself.
Oh, oh.
I wanna be anyone but myself.
I know I should be grateful for the things that I have.
And trust me, I am.
Still, I wanna be anyone but myself.