Someday
I face an open window filled with iron bars
And on a canvas, I brush in 11 stars
And I might've lost an ear but I heard all of you
The nurses are laughing, and the others too
They say it's daytime but I paint the sky dark blue
They say I don't paint clouds right
But only if they knew
There's more to this life than
Being stuck in asylums
I'm gonna do what I want even if everyone
Tells me that I'm crazy for
Not doing it their way and
For simply believing that I'd make it out someday (someday)
So I go on and try my best just to ignore
They say my style is ugly, they want something more
And comparisons arise 'cause they say I'm not good
So I paint in a small town beneath a crescent moon
Then they laugh at me as I paint a large cypress
They say I don't paint clouds right
But they never would've guessed
There's more to this life than
Being stuck in asylums
I'm gonna do what I want even if everyone
Tells me that I'm crazy for
Not doing it their way and
For simply believing that I'd make it out someday (someday)
There's more to this life than
Being stuck in a cycle
I'm gonna do what I want even if no one
Tells me I can do it and
Although it's disheartening that
No one believes that
I'd make it out someday (someday)
(Someday)
And on a canvas, I brush in 11 stars
And I might've lost an ear but I heard all of you
The nurses are laughing, and the others too
They say it's daytime but I paint the sky dark blue
They say I don't paint clouds right
But only if they knew
There's more to this life than
Being stuck in asylums
I'm gonna do what I want even if everyone
Tells me that I'm crazy for
Not doing it their way and
For simply believing that I'd make it out someday (someday)
So I go on and try my best just to ignore
They say my style is ugly, they want something more
And comparisons arise 'cause they say I'm not good
So I paint in a small town beneath a crescent moon
Then they laugh at me as I paint a large cypress
They say I don't paint clouds right
But they never would've guessed
There's more to this life than
Being stuck in asylums
I'm gonna do what I want even if everyone
Tells me that I'm crazy for
Not doing it their way and
For simply believing that I'd make it out someday (someday)
There's more to this life than
Being stuck in a cycle
I'm gonna do what I want even if no one
Tells me I can do it and
Although it's disheartening that
No one believes that
I'd make it out someday (someday)
(Someday)
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