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Can I have your attention please? This is the story of me
A story about me figuring out Who I’m tryin’ to be
I’m not a very good son, My mother thinks I’m a bum
But can you hear my heart sing as I wonder by marching To the beat of my own drum?
Standing alone in the crowd, Here on my own waiting to be found
Singing a song that’s not making a sound, Giving all that I’ve got, tryin’ to not Live my life in a box
Seems like I never win, Tired of the fight to fit in
Wringing my hands, afraid to make plans Waiting for life to begin
A dollar chasing a dime, Stumbling around like I’m blind
Not trusting myself, asking everyone else, Looking outside for a sign
Standing alone in the crowd, Here on my own waiting to be found
Singing a song that’s not making a sound, Giving all that I’ve got, tryin’ to not Live my life in a box
Wond’ring what I have to give, Second guessing my gifts
I can’t take anymore, This is no way to live
