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"Could I just be you tonight?"

One of my favourite bands of all time is Matchbox 20.

It definitely helps a lot that the lead singer, Rob Thomas - is the FINEST specimen of man I have ever seen in my life. (This was before I fell in love with Alun so I'm allowed to say it). I mean...omg...he's so...he's gorgeous, he's a singer and he's amazing.

And he's suffered crippling depression and writes about it with his best friends in the best band I've ever come across.

One of my favourite songs is: "Could I just be you" - because this explains my depression so much.

In it, the writer is comparing his depression and pain to someone elses' life - their normal, happy life.

He says in the chorus; "You're laughing out loud at the thought of being alive...and I was wonderin' - could I just be you tonight?"

Because that's what it's like for me. I just want to be someone else. SomeWHERE else. Anywhere but here in this deep, dark pit.

Here are the lyrics. If you have a spare moment - check out the song. It would mean a lot to me.

I've 'bolded' the part of the song I identify the most with.

"Just be You" - Matchbox 20
Something is wrong
With the sum of us
That I can't seem to erase
How can I be
The only one
Without a smile on my face
When now
You're laughing out loud
At just the thought of being alive
And I was wondering
Could I just be you tonight? 
You show your pain
Like it really hurts
And I can't even
Start to feel mine
And I'm standing in place
With my head first
And I shake I shake I shake
And I see your progress
Stretched out for miles
And miles
You're laughing out loud
At just the thought of being alive
And I was wondering
Could I just be you tonight? 
This is the sound that I make
These are the words I chose
But somehow the right thing to say
Just won't come out
Ccause you're laughing out loud
At just the thought of being alive
And I was wondering
Could I just be you tonight?
I was wondering
Could I just be you?
Tonight?

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