And life's a strange one ain't it?
Somehow I've ended up stuck in my room again
Playing for no one

And if life is what we make it
I guess that mine's a song
Stuck like a broken record, playing and playing

I'll tell you I'm tired of writing things and forcing people to sing along
In fact, half the things I write I don't believe in
And if all my secrets keep showing up in places they don't belong
What is there left to do?

Is all that's left for me some minor chords on my piano?
Maybe that's all I know how to be
And all my secrets turn to crying on my piano
Give me some major key
I promise you haven't heard all of me

And 18 years have passed on by, I haven't grown tired yet
I'll carry you with me, grow as I grow
And I hope one day I make you proud to have come along this far
All that I am is all my fingers can do

I'll tell you I'm tired of writing things and forcing people to sing along
In fact, half the things I write I don't believe in
And if all my secrets keep showing up in places they don't belong
What is there left to do?

Is all that's left for me some minor chords on my piano?
Maybe that's all I know how to be
And all my secrets turn to crying on my piano
Give me some major key
I promise you haven't heard all of me