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