Forgotten Names
Words and music by Angie Nussey

In my weak times, I try to fill my ego with the memory
of soaring like an eagle,
but the truth was
I was standing on the runway tying photos to my hands.
When it came down to strength and perseverance,
I had that, it never gave me clearance
to live right and understand the demons I was fighting for so long.

I used to race towards it like it was a trophy.
Thought if I could hold it in my hand then all the world would see.
But that’s not me. Not anymore.
My heart can’t find the value in a system of rewards.
That’s not me. It never was.
I can’t find that inspiration
in a world I have to judge.

I used to want to be some kind of achiever.
So I could throw it in the face of all the non-believers.
Step by step I’d put each one of them to shame,
but I’ve forgotten all their names.

It’s a strange world. We walk around waiting for the one time
we can stop complaining about all those
small misunderstandings that lay heavy with each day.
So we seek out any peaceful moment to cling to.
It doesn’t seem to pay rent and we smile through.
As long as we can stand it we can carry on this way.
I used to think that all the small shows were beneath me.
Thought if I could make it to that stage then all the world would see.

But that’s not me. Not anymore.
That chip upon my shoulder is now resting on the floor.
That’s not me. It never was.
I don’t have to wear a badge to say I’m worth that kind of love.

I used to want to be some kind of achiever.
So I could throw it in the face of all the non-believers.
Step by step I’d put each one of them to shame,
but I’ve forgotten all their names.
I’ve forgotten all their names.

And the only ones that remain….

Are the loved ones, the ones who stand by when I’m broken,
who never leave a promise unspoken,
who love me just the same when I’m up and when I’m down.
They trust me to do what’s always best and I’m lucky
to hold them to my chest and I can see now,
they only wanted me to feel happy with my life.

I used to think I’d always have to stand alone.
Never realized how close I was to home.
But that’s not me, not anymore.
I have seen all that I should have and I know it to my core.
That’s not me. It never was.
I am finding my way back
into a deeper kind of love.

I used to want to be some kind of achiever.
So I could throw it in the face of all the non-believers.
Step by step I’d put each one of them to shame, but I’ve forgotten all their names.