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I guess what I wanna say is… it’s really that–
Wonder, where I’d be without this music so far.
I wonder who I’d be without this logo on my car.
Also, hope that didn’t change my ideals or, I’m lost.
I wonder how I would fare, if I didn’t make What You Are.
Did this standard that I set make it impossible to go on?
Is this passion that I live by, misplaced? Or is it gone?
Is this pattern of questions, the premise of this song?
Yes. It’s what I do here, overthink. Don’t like it? Get lost.
Is it wrong? Yes, maybe. Does it harm? Yeah, lately. Will it stop? Believe me, I tried but can’t fake it.
I’m not the kind of guy to tell you to, pursue your dreams,
Without quickly tuning up the drama hard enough to smear
And, shatter your ideas.
Scatter then, they’ll flee you.
Baffle you in tears.
And possibly, end you up with diarrhea.
Harsh? Yeah, I get it. But, it turns you to a menace.
Cause, when it falls apart. You learn to get up and there, halfway’s finished.
Why do I still hate when, I’ve left them behind.
Yeah, why anticipate when, in them I can’t confine.
The loss feels great. For some reason, I’m surprised.
My arrogance is to blame. I can’t conceal or leave behind.
So, I walk through a dream, in which I take ‘em and combine
Them all from different eras. Then, put ‘em all in line,
For slaughter. Make them suffer, the same way I died,
When they turned their backs on me and they left me, agonized.
But, what’s the point? Yeah, I hear you. I guess that is the point.
I am unsure if I’m willing, willingly to make them toys.
Instead, it seems more optimum to let go and rejoice
And bask in my rightfully owned freedom, which no one can foil.
My appearance, my appeals, my dreams, my fears and my tears, speak volumes as to why I’m weird.
Correct that. Viewed as such, but when we quote my peers.
“You’re difference’s insufferable, you won’t make it past our rear.”
Huh, what a claim. Whata, whata– yeah, shut your face.
The voice in my head goes on till this day.
But, hey! It put your words to shame.
No one dares climb as hard. They all delay.
I think about every step I take, then I take it.
And proceed to measure if it was good.
Does it hold value in this path I chase? If yes, I’ll go. I go.