| I thought I had myself all figured out |
| But I’ve spent my whole life holding myself down |
| And it seems to be that sort of thing I keep doing constantly |
| Addicted to the pain I cause myself |
| My head is floating somewhere in the clouds |
| While I’m paid to entertain a lively crowd |
| They sing my songs and feel my pain 'cause pain is what creates my fame |
| A vicious cycle some day I’ll get out |
| I can’t believe I’m standing here at all |
| I can’t believe I made it this far |
| On my way with a smile on my face |
| To the top, and I’m not falling off |
| And all I need is a microphone, I’ll sing |
| About the things that have been hurting me |
| It’s safe to say, all the kids, I relate |
| To their lives, so just keep holding on |
| It’s hard enough, try walking in my shoes |
| To be picked on by my peers, too much abuse |
| And I’m tired of not fitting in, true friends is my final wish |
| Just let me be myself and make it through |
| I have tried so hard to be a better soul |
| I have worked so hard at making myself whole |
| And through it all, my better years are still ahead, my mind is clear |
| Just trust me when I say I’m in control |