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Just a kid in a room in a small town

In a place where he don't think he's gone make it out

In a world full of people just like him

In a galaxy, bound to see the lights dim

In his head, where he treads don't entice him

So deceptive, my head, we don't like him

Just a kid in a room in a small town

In a big world with a big dream

With a small chance, with some big hopes

But a small clique

Man I wonder how it feels to make them all flip

Make them all flip

Man I wonder how it feels to make them all flip

Make them all flip

Man I wonder how it feels to make them all

Look, silly me, I guess I keep on chasing broken dreams

The way I see it I don't think is how it's supposed to be

When I'm alone all my songs sound like poetry

But when performed it don't sound as if I wrote the thing

I don't know what that's supposed to mean

I really don't know what that's supposed to mean

I guess I'm not good as I'd hoped to be

Well silly me

In a path where all I see is broken leaves

What that means is a million came before me

They say, "You're so original" could've fooled me

I sort of feel like a mirror to everyone I see

I guess we're all just a combination of who we love

The more inspiration I get, I'm losing who I was

Perhaps my personality and I are losing touch

They say I'm improving, but I don't know

Step back, I'm just another typical

You should leave if you wanna see something original

I say there's no one like me, but don't really know

Cause without influence, ain't no meat, it's just skin and bones

So with that attitude, should I even get involved

If the path I drew is one that's already been drawn

If that latitude is one that's already been longed

If the song I sing is one that's already been sung

Then I guess ain't no one original

Yeah, ain't no one original

But I think I'm probably pretty close

I think I'm pretty close

'Cause the things I'm saying now, I'm like the only one

But I guess the style I have is probably overdone

So I'm just another one who lost grip

Like reciprocal, I wonder how to make that attitude flip

Just a kid in a room in a small town

In a place where he don't think he's gone make it out

In a world full of people just like him

In a galaxy, bound to see the lights dim

In his head, where he treads don't entice him

So deceptive, my head, we don't like him

Just a kid in a room in a small town

In a big world with a big dream

With a small chance, with some big hopes

But a small clique

Man I wonder how it feels to make them all flip

Make them all flip

Man I wonder how it feels to make them all flip

Make them all flip

Man I wonder how it feel to make them all flip

But he don't have what it might take

Just a kid with a dream and a Migraine

Too convinced that he wields what it might take

But he don't have what it might take