Was It Me

Was it me that got rich and kept spending my time
That were holding my head high as we passed the line
Was it me that got proud when the man dressed in black
Opened up the red rope and said welcome to us
Did I really discover the meaning of life
To the beat of the drums underneath flashing lights
Was it me that enjoyed being looked down upon
Was it me that got lost and were longing home
Was it me that had dug that big hole in the ground
Did I have myself to blame as I was falling down
Am I the kind that would need a hand from someone
Or would I be strong enough, strong enough to climb
Was It me that every night said the confession of sin
Was it me that were afraid that God just wouldn’t let me in
Was It me that were unable to believe and to accept
That someone would ever leave me; that somebody could forget
Was It me that thought that Stockholm city were frightening
Was it me that longed for getting struck by the lightning
Was It me that said that the good old days were over
Was it me that didn’t want to get any older
Did I really discover the meaning of life
To the beat of the drums underneath flashing lights
Was it me that enjoyed being looked down upon
Was it me that got lost and were longing home
Was It me that never were no good at taking the pressure
Was it me that always needed to become better
Was it me that never ever had any money
Was it me that tried a bit too hard to be funny
Did I really discover the meaning of life
To the beat of the drums underneath flashing lights
Was it me that enjoyed being looked down upon
Was it me that got lost and were longing home
Was it really me?