Texty: Elliott Yamin. I Don't Wanna Be.

I don't need to be anything other
Than a specialist's son
I don't need to be anything other
Than a prison guard's son
I don't wanna be anything other
Than freaking two souls in one
Part of where I'm going, is knowing where I'm coming from

I don't want to be
Anything other than what I've been trying to be lately
All I have to do
Is think of me and I have peace of mind
I'm tired of looking 'round rooms
Wondering what I've got to do
Or who I'm supposed to be
I don't want to be anything other than me

I came from the mountain
The crust of creation
My whole situation-made from clay to stone
And now I'm telling everybody
I don't want to be
Anything other than what I've been trying to be lately
I don't want to be anything other than me


(Thanks to Unia for these lyrics)