My lips are always moving, br Silently repeating the lyrics of a song, br As I stare off into the distance br His face becomes clearer br An old friend, an old lover br And I forget what my friend’s telling me br I wish I could go back br To the time it was easy br To the time when I loved everyone and everyone loved me br To the time when I didn’t second-guess myself br When I didn’t worry about what I wore br About what I looked liked or what I thought was cool br But it’s coming back br My original personality br And the person who’s genuinely, truly me.