(Guillory, LaBrie)    I sit and read your story  Mortal image statued  Delusions of one's glory  Irony masked in virtue    When mom she told me  "I'm not going to live forever"  She gave this manuscript to me  "To read when I am gone"    Tell me what it's like to be  Where you are, I wanna be  The invitation  To this sensation    As I read the last few lines  I slowly start to realize  You have opened up my mind  This is completely beautiful    And now it all makes sense  These words I wish she spoke to me  It was right in front of me  I feel her next to me    Tell me what it's like to be  Where you are, I wanna be  The invitation  To this sensation    I need to break away  Need to break through  Throw it all away  Show me how to    I adore you  I won't forget you  I adore you  You helped me break through  I adore you  You held onto me  I adore you  I feel you    Tell me what it's like to be  Where you are, I wanna be  I'm tired of feeling out of place  Too many roles I imitate  Tell me what it's like to be  Where you are, I wanna be  The invitation  To this sensation