I've been screaming for so long. woah oh oh. does anything ever
Change for me? my throat is red like the blood that flows from
My heart. i gave it my best shot and i did it from the very
Start, and i'm still going! do i deserve to be a voice in the
Aftermath, criticism takes its toll in a different path. i do
What i can to set myself apart. i've been trying to make sense
Of, woah, oh, oh...the little things that you push my way. so
You can say. what you want, say what you will, at least i can
Say i do what i feel is right for me, with no apologies, for
You. i owe nothing to you. no, i dont think so. so you can put
Me down for what i do, but your density, i'll shine through, and
It reflects in what i do, this is my, this is my, this is my fuck
You!!!!
