One Hundred Million Years Ago A Hero Crossed The Land

[Verse 1] G Bm I want to be a character C Bb In some fiction I write G Bm C So I feel that I have authorship Bb G Over my own life Bm C Build myself into concept Bb To have some control G Bm C But subconscious commands me Bb And so does my soul G Bm C What is truly my nature? Bb G I try to resist Bm C Hasty thoughts that I conjour Bb Make me feel sick G Bm C Give my ego a premise Bb Then try to commit G Bm Still can’t run away C Bb From the fact I exist Chorus G Bm Sure sometimes it is nice C To be tangible and true But self-recognition Bb Is hard to construe G To be content in yourself Bm Well it's difficult to do C Some days you’d rather be me Bb Some days I’d rather be you [Verse 2] G Bm And maybe in some ways C Bb That’s why it’s hard to empathize G Bm You're nothing more than character C Bb In someone else’s life G Bm C To them you live as the fiction Bb That you would like to be G Bm C But without the control Bb Over how you’re perceived G Bm You may feel minimized C Bb Or maybe misunderstood G Bm Maybe idealized C Bb Whilst undeserving of that love G Bm C So then discard the opinion Bb G As they don't really know you Bm C Just to face the facts Bb G You don’t know yourself too Chorus Bm Sure sometimes it is nice C To feel tangible and true But self-recognition Bb Is hard to construe G To be content in yourself Bm Well it sure is hard to do C Some days you’d rather be me Bb Some days I’d rather be you