I'm tired of being who I'm not Feels like I've given it a shot It leaves me empty and afraid When I step onto a stage Being who I'm not I pack my suitcase till it bursts Overflowing with my skirts The soles are coming off my shoes So many miles left to get through Being who I'm not These lies, they pull me till I break And numb me to the pain Like I'm sleeping Like my life is caught up in the wind Confused and questioning Who I really am, again I hardly ever understand How I fit and who I am These days are long but years are short What did my life look like before When I wasn't who I'm not You call me in You know my name Assure me that It doesn't have to be this way That I'm enough Don't have to run I'm okay; I'm okay You call my name Say I can change Secure me now I don't have to live afraid You lead me to A quiet stream There I rest; there I rest