Texty: Bayside. The Walking Wounded. I And I.

I've got a stage and a mic
Which I use to say things you won't like
but i spent years thinking i was alone (I was alone)

Now I know, now I know,
that I'm not, that I'm not
and i'm sharing that comfort with those
Who think that hope is lost

Oooh and I'm so proud of where I am
i'm learning where to stand or to tread lightly

So hold back
stead fast you've gotta breathe
And be content, just count to ten
Like all the experts say
and if drugs don't seem to work
then they've got a padded room for you
to get your just deserve

If I could chose my own name
I'd chose something that's bold and fits
Like anger, aggression, or cunningly brash
by the skin on my teeth but with timing and class

Oh woah it's me (Oh woah it's me)
oh woah we're us (oh woah we're us)
Not anymore we stand up for ourselves
Were like captains of war, we'll get followed to hell

Oooh and I'm so proud of where I am
i'm learning where to stand or to tread lightly

So hold back
stead fast you've gotta breathe
And be content, just count to ten
Like all the experts say
and if drugs don't seem to work
then they've got a padded room for you
to get your just deserve

I and I we're taking control of our lives
I and I we're taking control of our lives
I and I we're taking control of our lives
everything's alright
I and I we're taking control of our lives
I and I we're taking control of our lives
I and I we're taking control of our lives
everything's alright

So hold back
stead fast you've gotta breathe
And be content, just count to ten
Like all the experts say
and if drugs don't seem to work
then they've got a padded room for you
to get your just deserve



(Thanks to brooklynnekay for correcting these lyrics)