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Hooray for me! Call me stupid, call me crazy, call me what you will I don't write this music with intent to pay my bills Cookie cut-out cardboard bands and we all sound the same Guess I'm just a hypocrite for living out my dreams May not make a difference, not trying to make you see May not make much sense to you, but oh it does to me When it's all been said and done, I know that I had fun I'll take it to the grave with me This music still lives What can I say that I haven't said before? Not afraid to be mistaken, not afraid to try Not afraid to be uncertain, not afraid to die When the words stop coming out, the music finally stops Pound my head against the wall, my bubble has been popped Lost the vibe, the fluid feel, the ink's gone from my pen Picked apart, there's nothing left will it come back again? When it's all been said and done, I know that I had fun I'll take it to the grave with me This music still lives... It's the tale of a broken man I just can't find the words, my story goes unheard The tale of a broken man Just can't find the words, my story goes unheard The tale of a broken man, broken man Broken! From Letras Mania