lyric dump; People always say be true to yourself
In the ideal situation I'd be anyone else but me
It's fine, your fragile state of mind is just a part of growing up
You'll look back on this time and laugh
Your struggle is your art
But don't struggle too much you've got a bleeding heart and that's sad
You're mad? Just call your mum and dad and have them smooth a few things over
You're a growing lad
Nothing compares to the life of an underachiever
Burdened in doubt you're your very own self deceiver
Potential is the worst kind of spout that they'll have you believe her
And you try
And you try
And you try