Baby you’re brimming with disaster
This isn't who I am.
From confidence to self doubt in 60 seconds.
Storming stages and stereos from here to there,
trying to prove that I belong.
Trying to win approval from people that I don't know.
And I look so strong
when the weight of all the world
don't take it's toll.
And I'd choose my side
if I believed in what was right,
but I'm all wrong.
I'm not larger than life, I'm not taller than trees.
Do I mean what I say? Is it just this disease where I never go home.
Never telling the truth how this life eats away.
Not admitting I'm fake
and I'm questioning whether this whole thing was worth it to die poor and all alone?
Just don't tell me this doesn't mean the world,
'cause my ears would bleed and my heart would hit the floor.
(BAYSIDE)
I think it's real fucked up how people pretend they know shit about me. Since when has there been a rule that since you make mistakes in your past, it stays with you? Maybe I used to do coke or whatever, but how does that give anyone the right to tell me what I do in my life now. Does it really seem that impossible that I fucking stopped? I may have used to pretend to be someone I wasn't. But now...everything's changed. Why would people want to take that away from me. People have secrets that never leave the shadows of their heart. It just so happens that mine got out for everyone to see and fucking tear at. But I'm over it now. So why don't you all just grow up and get over it too.
From confidence to self doubt in 60 seconds.
Storming stages and stereos from here to there,
trying to prove that I belong.
Trying to win approval from people that I don't know.
And I look so strong
when the weight of all the world
don't take it's toll.
And I'd choose my side
if I believed in what was right,
but I'm all wrong.
I'm not larger than life, I'm not taller than trees.
Do I mean what I say? Is it just this disease where I never go home.
Never telling the truth how this life eats away.
Not admitting I'm fake
and I'm questioning whether this whole thing was worth it to die poor and all alone?
Just don't tell me this doesn't mean the world,
'cause my ears would bleed and my heart would hit the floor.
(BAYSIDE)
I think it's real fucked up how people pretend they know shit about me. Since when has there been a rule that since you make mistakes in your past, it stays with you? Maybe I used to do coke or whatever, but how does that give anyone the right to tell me what I do in my life now. Does it really seem that impossible that I fucking stopped? I may have used to pretend to be someone I wasn't. But now...everything's changed. Why would people want to take that away from me. People have secrets that never leave the shadows of their heart. It just so happens that mine got out for everyone to see and fucking tear at. But I'm over it now. So why don't you all just grow up and get over it too.