I’ve had big dreams since a little kid And some little worlds built inside my head Telling stories of people who don’t exist yet I’ve always had a thing for a narrative
I’m doing my best with the love in my chest Proudly don my crest Love my father, mother, brother Even if we kill each other
Maybe if I write some happy words I’ll finally fly like the other birds I know I’m sick, I can find the cure And become fully self-assured In the world and who I am Have I finally become a man?