Oh why don't you try living inside this head, this head of mine...

I wrote this big, babbling and blabbing post about identity and the creative process and my frustrations with it all today. But then the lyrics of a song I wrote came to mind and I realised that this is why I write the music that I do - to express stuff that I find difficult to say otherwise!

Lies

There are thoughts deep inside
That my mind says to no one else

If exposed they'd cause an incomprehensible mess

There are things in my mind

Of which I try to remind myself

But the doubt prevents you from thinking at all

Oh why don't you try living inside this head, this head of mine?

Oh why don't you try living inside this head, this head of mine?

There are words like "I can't" and "I'm not" that keep pulling me down

But I guess I choose to engage in battle

With this language of lies that tries to pretend it's real

But I know your words are truer than mine

Oh why don't you try living inside this head, this head of mine?

Oh why don't you try living inside this head, this head of mine?

Help me see through your eyes

Help me see through your eyes

Give me your peace of mind

Help me see through your eyes

And I guess should I choose to fight

I will surely win

But I need you to be by my side

Oh why don't you try living inside this head, this head of mine?

Oh why don't you try living inside this head, this head of mine?