I stopped today to see myself in subway glass 

and I was scared of the way I look now 

I knew the only thought behind my eyes 

please don't believe in me 

I don't want to let you down 

and I'm convinced it only rains in New York 

and I am surrounded by everything that really scares me 

a room full of empty people regretting every time that they inhale 

and I want to write one perfect song 

to make you cry in your sleep 

kind of like a soundtrack for your dreams 

to let you'ld know I'm watching and making sure it's turns out alright 

it'll be alright 

I guess I wanted to make you feel something 

I wanted to make you feel everything 

and you may call me a protest singer 

but I'm only protesting myself 

I don't believe in beautiful people 

and I don't believe in me 

I wonder what it's like to be in between 

can you hear me 

can you hear me 

you may call me a protest singer 

can you hear me 

but I'm only protesting myself 

and you may call me a protest singer 

but I'm only protesting myself