Inside the Lines

You don't approve of all those things that I do

I drive you up the wall with everything I say is all for you

And every time I try to write something new

It blows up in my face and leaves me feeling like some kind of fool

I know you want me coloring inside the lines

But I'm not like that it just seems like such a waste of time

I know that if I try real hard to make something mine

Nobody else can hear it like the way I hear it in my mind

What does it matter if I don't want to explain

Why the things I do don't always have to be the same