So many people tell me I'm wrong
But when I look behind myself
I see the bottom shelf and it says
Hey don't worry
Don't be in such a hurry
It's gonna be alright
You don't wanna fight
So all those people inside my brain
They're telling me that I'm going insane
But I look alright
I am just fine
What do you want?
What do you want?
What do you need from me?