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Ever since I was a kid I knew that I was different From the rest with shaking hands And chemically unbalanced head I scared the shit out of everyone With everything I said I always had the hardest time Making new friends and I still get those headaches I did when I was young I still forget to watch the words That fall off my tongue This is a soundtrack To a movie A motion picture That will always move me A painted portrait Of candid moments My heart's the canvas And I'm the illustrator A suburban family home A bedroom of my own A collection of cds Stacked up next to SongtexteA blown out stereo Were the only things That keep me from Feeling alone like I had Someone to talk to It's hard enough when No one seems to get you Most days I feel fine And others I feel like I'm dying on the inside Forcing smiles on the outside I'm an optimist and A pessimist in one This is a soundtrack To a movie A motion picture That will always move me A painted portrait Of candid moments My heart's the canvas And I'm the illustrator And if I were to suddenly die I'd take a good look back At my whole life Be proud of the things That I said and I did I know I wasn't innocent But I've always listened To the pound of the kick And the strum of the pick Telling me that this is it I'm an optimist and A pessimist in one This is a soundtrack To a movie A motion picture That will always move me A painted portrait Of candid moments My heart's the canvas And I'm the illustrator I couldn't paint you A better picture Aus Songtexte Mania