Life is one fucking beauty contest after another
You know school, then college, then work
Fuck that and fuck the air force academy
If I want to fly, I'll find a way to fly
And you do what you love, and fuck the rest
Ever since I was a kid
I knew that I was different from the rest
Shaking hands and a chemically imbalanced head
I scared the shit out of everyone
With everything I said
I always had the hardest time making new friends
And I still get those headaches,
I did when I was young
I still forget to watch the words that fall off my tongue
This is a sad track to a movie
A motion picture that will always move me
A painted portrait of candid moments
My heart is a canvas and I'm the illustrator
A suburban family home
A bedroom of my own
A collection of CD's
Stacked up next to a blown out stereo
Were the only things that kept me from feeling alone
Like I had someone to talk too
It's hard enough when no one seems to get you
Most days I feel fine
In others I feel like I'm dying on the inside
Forcing smiles on the oustside
I'm an opptimist and a pessimist in one
This is a sad track to a movie
A motion picture that will always move me
A painted portrait of candid moments
My heart's a canvas and I'm the illustrator
And if I were to suddenly die
I'd take a good look back at my own life
Be proud of the things that I said and I did
I know I wasn't innocent
But I've always listened
To the pound of the kick and strum of the pick
Telling me that this is it
I'm and optimist and a pessimist in one
This is a sad track to a movie
A motion picture that will always move me
A painted portrait of candid moments
My heart's a canvas and I'm the illustrator
I couldn't paint you a better picture

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