everyone in my family expecting from me  something
they made me so lost and confused about every thing
they want me to be someone that i’m not
they don’t expect few things , they expect a lot
i’m afraid to lose my way and my self
i see my thoughts hanging down from a rusty shelf
a lot of people open their mouths twenty four /seven
they keep talking shit, i guess they don’t care about heaven
in life, i’ve learned to trust my gut
because it’s sure while i’m not
i’m gonna follow my dream all the time
cos dream is all i have , it’s mine
i am who i am , and i’m not gonna change
even if the world stand against me and thinks that i’m strange