Meant for this

And come take a walk here with me
I'll show you around my head
And this here's my childhood bedroom
Where I used to sit and dream, before I learned that all things end
There's a man who left and walked the halls
He was brave, he thought that he was tall
But, one day, soon, he'll get a call
That overnight, his friend had gone to sleep
And never saw the day again

If you look behind the curtain, there's the voice inside my head that's never certain
It's never interested in courage, it just asks me how I'll ever feel content
So, I got a job, I fell in love, it was quiet for a while, then I heard it
Said, "you've been busy growing up, but did you ever stop to wonder how it ends?"

Yeah, you're not meant for this
And you're not good at this
I'm not meant for this
Was I ever really meant for this?

But, if you look back in the corner, there's a boy who still writes paragraphs and poems
See, there's that other voice convincing him to stay behind and never trust himself
But, one day, he couldn't take it, so he stood up on his tippy toes and screamed out
Said, "I've got dreams and fantasies to show, I'm tall at heart and louder than you now"

Yeah, you are meant for this
And you are good at this
Said, "I am meant for this
I always have been meant for this
I always have been meant for this"