idontwannabeyouanymore sing and play along

By di da die da.

By di da die da.

Don't be that way, fall a part twice a day.

I just wish you could feel what you say.

Show, nev er tell;

but I know

you too well, kind of mood that you wish you could

sell. If tear drops could be bot tled,

there'd be swim ming pools filled by mod els told a tight dress is what makes you a whore.

If "I love you" was a prom ise,

would you break it if you're hon est,

tell the mir ror what you know she's heard be fore?

I don't wan na be you

an y more.

Hands get ting cold, los ing feel ing is get ting old.

Was I made

from a bro ken mold?

Hurt I can't shake, we've made ev 'ry mis take.

On ly you know the way that I break,

uh. If I don't wan na be you,

I don't wan na be you

an y more.