Awful Things

She tells me I can't sing And all these awful things

She says I play a game, I can't win But I love what I do

I'm not a perfect, I'm a true being Why can't you see it

No one teaches what I have learned Mix, produce and foreign words

I live in my own world It's a blessing but a curse

Life taught me lessons that hurt I'm not messing with time

I'm not messing with girls Not with you

I mix electronic sounds with metal So I've already won

Before there even was a battle

I know I can sing I feel it under my skin

I know I'm not the best But I will climb up the hill