Self Portrait

Ever since I was a kid
I knew that I was different from the rest
With shaking hands and a chemically-unbalanced head
I scared the shit out of everyone with everything I said
I always had the hardest time making new friends and
I still get those headaches I did when I was young
I still forget to watch the words that fall off my tongue
This is the soundtrack to a movie
A motion picture that will always move me
A painted portrait of candid moments
My heart’s a canvas and I’m the illustrator
A suburban family home, a bedroom of my own
A collection of CD’s stacked up next to a blown out stereo
Were the only things that keep me from feeling alone
Like I had someone to talk to
It’s hard enough when no one seems to get you
Most days I feel fine, and others I feel like
I’m dying on the inside, forcing smiles on the outside
I’m an optimist and a pessimist in one
This is the soundtrack to a movie
A motion picture that will always move me
A painted portrait of candid moments
My heart’s a canvas and I’m the illustrator
And if I were to suddenly die
I’d take a good look back at my whole life
Be proud of the things that I said and I did
I know I wasn’t innocent but
I’ve always listened to the pound of the kick
And the strum of the pick telling me that this is it
(I'm an optimist and a pessimist in one)
This is the soundtrack to a movie
A motion picture that will always move me
A painted portrait of candid moments
My heart’s a canvas and I’m the illustrator
I couldn’t paint you a better picture