اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Life is one fucking beauty contest after another
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
You do what you love, and fuck the rest
Ever since I was a kid
I knew that I was different
From the rest with shaking hands
And a chemically unbalanced 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 soundtrack
To a movie
A motion picture
That will always move me
A painted portrait
Of candid moments
My heart’s the canvas
And I’m the illustrator
A suburban family home
A bedroom of my own
A collection of cds
Stacked up next to
A blown out stereo
Were the only things
That keep me from
Feeling alone like I had
Someone to talk to
It’s hard enough when
No one seems to get you
Most days I feel fine
And others I feel like
I’m dying on the inside
Forcing smiles on the outside
I’m an optimist and
A pessimist in one
This is a soundtrack
To a movie
A motion picture
That will always move me
A painted portrait
Of candid moments
My heart’s the canvas
And I’m the illustrator
And if I were to suddenly die
I’d take a good look back
At my whole 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 the strum of the pick
Telling me that this is it
I’m an optimist and
A pessimist in one
This is a soundtrack
To a movie
A motion picture
That will always move me
A painted portrait
Of candid moments
My heart’s the canvas
And I’m the illustrator
I couldn’t paint you
A better picture
