• That Guy In The Mirror Looks Funny


    I sometimes get misunderstood
    My reasons get scattered and lost
    It seems like people stop being good
    In exchange for being the boss

    But it's oh so easy to misunderstand
    What's said through a mouth full of food
    Most people are fine with things tasting bland
    But I want flavors to match my moods

    Which swing on the swing sets all day long
    Ignoring the piles of homework
    That sit like depression, refusing to move
    'Cause I won't admit when I'm hurt

    Tell me I'm perfect
    I want to be perfect
    I'll be there for everyone

    Tell me to work hard
    And get off the sofa
    To go out, explore, and have fun

    I used to feel eyes on me
    Piercing and staring
    Making me feel closed off and shy

    But lately I've realized
    That I can be daring
    Now they stare but I don't really mind