When I hear the music
Something else might fit
Into the inside of my head
Don't know what it is
Don't know what it isn't
It could still be you
And it could still begin

What have you really achieved?
God, I am sorry for standing up
And saying my name
And disappointing you
What could I be
That has not already been?
Please do not judge me
Based upon your expectations.

What can I do
Even if it's only inside
I have to fight,
Just to deny what I have been
And what I still must be.
Don't leave, you can fight to remain.