Right the Wrongs

I wana' write the songs that right the wrongs
And the whole damn world can sing along
I wana' say it loud, I wana say it proud
To every face that’s in the crowd.
lalalalalalala…
There’s a boy, torn, questioning his existence
He hurts for a mission
'cause all he wants
Is to make a difference
No matter the distance
But no one is listening
He’s losing everything
Now all he wants is one more chance to say:
I wana' write the songs that right the wrongs
And the whole damn world can sing along
I wana' say it loud, I wana say it proud
To every face that’s in the crowd.
There’s a girl scorned
And she’s locked in her room
And she’s thinking of you
'cause she swore, no more
Would she dance to the music
And hope not to lose it but
But no one is listening
No one cares what she sings
A puppet on a string
She’s losing everything
Now the crowd simply laughs at the artist inside
As they cover their ears and they cover their minds
And they point and they shout but they can’t figure out
How to try
I wana' write the songs that right the wrongs
And the whole damn world can sing along
I wana' say it loud, I wana say it proud
To every face that’s in the crowd.
You wana' write the songs that right the wrongs
And the whole damn world can sing along
Cause no one care and then maybe I don’t care
We throw our hands up in the air
lalalala…
Now they cover their ears
And they cover their minds
Don’t want to see the artist inside
The artist disguise
Now we’re all bored
With unlimited choices and corporate voices
We’re so gone
When the silence is new
Tell me what can we do
We listen, listen, listen, we listen…
I wana' write the songs that right the wrongs
And the whole damn world can sing along
I wana' say it loud, I wana say it proud
To every face that’s in the crowd.
You wana' write the songs that right the wrongs
And the whole damn world can sing along
Cause no one care and then maybe I don’t care
We throw our hands up in the air
lalalalalalalalalalalala…