They say I'm incapable
Of being a reasonable adult
That I just play with everything
And music, I breathe it in
Never worrying about the worst
And I don't give a f*ck about anything
They say my art's just hot air
That I act like a child
That I run from real life
They say my passion blinds me
And someday I'd end up alone
And I'll start again, and I'll start again
They say my passion blinds me
And someday I'd end up alone