Mitchell and Rocco have a game.It's a we can do it, catch us game.I don't catch on.Slower and unsure,I waddle my way through life.
Acting,I'm always acting.
Gotta make sure they knowI'm strong.Gotta make sureI'm better than them.
Mom and Dad insist I win.Do good in school,you'll make it far.They don't know...it should be well.
They don't care though-it only matters that I understand.
Gotta shine,gotta win.Gotta make sure they knowI'm better than them.
Lauren's acting out on a whim.Shes fire; she's hot.She's Puerto Rican flame.She burns; she fights.She's not alright.
I'll show her who's right.I smolder, don't burn.Passion needs a steady heat.I'm right, so right.Surely, I'm better than her.
I'm wrong, so wrong.I should have never run away.I'm fleeing; I'm seeking.I'm finding out what's right.
I'm stress relieving play-doh,and pacing halls.I'm crazy, mental illness.I'm everything wrong.
But,I'm me.I'm persistent.I'm moving on.I know that at some pointI'll be alright.