ask me bout the way i am    sometimes i don’t give a damn    i don’t want to live this way    but i don’t think i have a say    so don’t tell me who to be       cause the bough will break    and my heart it aches    and my heart will ache tomorrow    and i fear the night    and the morning light    cause i think my time is borrowed       ask me bout the way i feel    sometimes i know it ain’t real    maybe if you hold me tight    i can pretend that it’s alright    please tell me who to be       ask me how i am today    i can’t lie to you okay    maybe you will dry my tears    maybe my eyes never clear    but this is who i need to be       cause the bough will break    and my heart it aches    and my heart will ache tomorrow    and i see the night    and the morning light    cause i think my time is borrowed       animals