All the things you thought you were <br />And all the things you want to be <br />They all crumble down at your feet <br />They are laying right in front of me <br /> <br />You can’t believe it’s all over <br />You can’t believe you’re not yourself <br />You look into a mirror and see <br />You’re just an empty jar on the shelf <br /> <br />And who are you? <br />You’re not yourself <br />And you’re bent on <br />Being somebody else instead <br />Yeah you, you’re living by numbers <br /> <br />You sit down on your couch to find <br />Forgotten and lost is what you’ve become <br />But you know it’s only to yourself <br />Imposing as someone but you’re numb <br /> <br />And why don’t you try to begin again? <br />You still have time to make it right again <br /> <br />And who are you? <br />You’re not yourself <br />And you’re bent on <br />Being somebody else instead <br />Yeah you, you’re living by numbers <br /> <br />Who have you become? <br />It can’t be you standing there <br />And you’ve stuck on <br />Being somebody else instead <br />Yeah your life’s drifted to slumber <br /> <br />Yeah you, you’re living by numbers<br /><br />David DeAngelo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/living-by-numbers/
