Texty: Dream Theater. Octavarium. Octavarium.

I never wanted to become someone like him, so secure
Content to live each day just like the last
I was sure, I knew that this was not for me
And I wanted so much more, far beyond what I could see
So, I swore that I'd never be someone like him

So many years have passed since I proclaimed
My independence, my mission, my aim and my vision, so secure
Content to live each day like it's my last
It's wonderful to know that I could be something more than I dreamed
Far beyond what I could see, still I swear that I'm missing out this time

As far as I could tell, there's nothing more I need
But still I ask myself, could this be everything?
Then all I swore that I would never be was now
So, suddenly, the only thing I wanted to become
To be someone just like him