Breaking my back trynna be like everybody else
Somewhere along the way
I must have lost track of myself
Lost track, lost track, lost track of myself
If you take it away
Then I will make it nowhere to hide or to fake it
I’m afraid I won’t make it
Who am I without parents
Just like it’s show without premise
Oh I’m afraid
I’m afraid of
Then I’m a little too much
But never enough
Got all the right things
But not the right stuff
I’m a little too quiet
You like’em tough
Be whatever you think you and me
Would just a little too much
Just a little too much
Just a little bit
I got a brand new jacket
Just to see how you’d react
But when you didn’t even notice
I returned it in exchange for a bottle of Jack
For a bottle, for a bottle of Jack
If you take it away
Then I will make it nowhere to hide or to fake it
Oh I’m afriaid
If you take it away
Then I will make it nowhere to hide or to fake it
I’m afraid I won’t make it
Who am I without parents
Just like it’s show without premise
Oh I’m afraid
I’m afraid of
Then I’m a little too much
But never enough
Got all the right things
But not the right stuff
I’m a little too quiet
You like’em tough
Be whatever you think you and me
Would just a little too much
Just a little too much
Just a little bit
If you take it away
Then I will make it nowhere to hide or to fake it
Oh I’m afraid
I’m afraid of
Then I’m a little too much
But never enough
Got all the right things
But not the right stuff
I’m a little too quiet
You like’em tough
Be whatever you think you and me
Would just a little too much