Paroles: Tom Beck. Life's Too Short.

Are you down in yourself sometimes
And you should walk with scoling chest
Or hasitating the right nowsalines
`cause your `fraid of failing the test
You gotta do your thing

life`s too short to pretend to be
Someone else when you look in the mirror
So don`t go waisting this presious time
By pleasing anyone else

Are you willing to change you`re style
But you`re stuck with social rules
Do you fear of the blood on`a
trie
`cause you`re wearing thaink blue suede shoes
You gotta do you`re thing
It might to anything

Life`s too short to pretend to be
Someone else when you look in the mirror
So don`t go waisting this presious time
By pleasing anyone else

No one knows how to play you`re game
And it`s you who setting the score
Don`t you think you`ll be happy again
without being everyones hort

Ohh don`t be waiting
Don`t be waiting
Don`t be waiting

Life`s too short to pretend to be
Someone else when you look in the mirror
So don`t go waisting this presious time
By pleasing anyone else

No one knows how to play you`re game
And it`s you who setting the score
Don`t you think you`ll be happy again
without being everyones hort

(Dank an Ju und Lessi fur den Text)