Don't Want to Be Who I Am

I called a friend the other day His life was easy, fine and quite okay It made me stunned Cause it?s usually the other way around I can hear the sound of cawing crows I really like it when they sing their blues I?m used to it now Well misery is on the house Yet another lonely quiet dawn In my melancholic blacked out room And I wonder will I ever be able to close that door It?s about time for me to take a stand Before heaven comes crashing down Don?t want to be who I am I want to be who I imagine I am