Between me and you, they don't like what I do.
I shouldn't take it to heart, 'cause that's all I'm used to.
I've spent hundreds of hours on coffee and chords,
Inside of my dorm room, recording my words,
So I could be told, This whining is getting old.
This is a battle of pride and progress,
'Cause I love what I do regardless.
They might be right,
But don't let their words change your life.
Sure, it's the truth, but it hurts all the same.
I have grown out of t-shirts I thought fit you too,
Now my pictures have put me to shame, 'cause
Now I see someone that I don't recognize,
From poses he made to the lust in his eyes.
I couldn't take his advice if I tried.
('Cause he's dead inside!)
Don't go living for someone else
'Cause you'll never be happy with yourself
Unless you feel the best when you feel empty