Text: Lene Marlin. Playing My Game. The Way We Are.

I watch you growing, sometimes I see myself in you
It can be scary but kinda funny too
Ah, I hear you talking, a lot of similarities
Your choice of words and all the fantasies

Just the way we are, I guess you've seen it now
A mirror of ourselves sure makes us weird
Falling down from a mountain of frights
What's there to hold on to?

The way you make us all smile
And the despair when you just won't go to sleep
You could have me walking a mile to make you smile
Still, it's not really a weep

Ah, I know you fooled me a million times
I just can't help it, don't know why

Just the way we are, I guess you've seen it now
A mirror of ourselves sure makes us weird
Falling down from a mountain of frights
What's there to hold on to?

I know you hate it
But they really have to do what they do
You're crying out your wishes
I understand but they don't have a clue

Just the way we are, I guess you've seen it now
A mirror of ourselves sure makes us weird
Falling down from a mountain of frights
What's there to hold on to?
Falling down from a mountain of frights
What's there to hold on to?