Protest Singer

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 (exact) 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