Every time I step outside I'm hit with sentimental plastic.
And Every time I feel alright the pleasure has to be sarcastic.
I'm clutching on to the tip of the ice berg, I wave at life as it's swimming by.
And I could melt, but I don't wanna pay the price
Look at Whitney roar with the passion and the heat.
And they're telling me that could never be me.
Everyone wants me to be myself.
But who are you to decide who I am?
And the Columbians dance in the middle of the street.
And they're telling me that could never be me.
Everyone wants me to be myself.
But who are you to decide who I am?
I come across shy through the camera's eye.
Recordings of me can be disheartening
I wish I could feel connected
To some kind of culture to guide me through life.
And if you look into my eyes, they're gonna twitch until something breaks the ice
And I could melt but I don't wanna pay the price
Look at Whitney roar with the passion and the heat.
And they're telling me that could never be me.
Everyone wants me to be myself.
But who are you to decide who I am?
And the Columbians dance in the middle of the street.
And they're telling me that could never be me.
Everyone wants me to be myself.
But who are you to decide who I am?
And Robin Williams made us nearly piss in our seats
Are you telling me that could never be me?
Everyone wants me to be myself.
But who are you to decide who I am?
And all the hopeless people that I meet
And all the homeless people on the street
And they're telling me that they'll never get free
But who are we to decide what will never be?