I'm not trying to pretend
I'm not one for giving in
To do anything just to be your friend

Whatever you expect from me
Think about it carefully
Before this relationship begins

Should I kiss, should I tell
Should I act like someone else
Is it safe to be myself?

All these things are constantly
Knocking at my window
In a crowd of choices

It's obvious to me
The moral of the story is
That I make my own reality

I'm not trying to be cool
Or telling you what you should do
You gotta find out just for yourself

I only know what's right for me
The promises I want to keep
But every day it's something else

Should I drink, should I smoke
Should I lie so I can go
To the party down the road?

All these things are constantly
Knocking at my window
In a crowd of choices

It's obvious to me
The moral of the story is
That I make my own reality

All these things are constantly
Knocking at my window
In a crowd of choices

It's so obvious to me
The moral of the story is
That I make my own reality

Nobody else can live my life
It's my decision
Nobody else can tell me

If I fit in, if I belong
If I look good enough
And the list goes on and on and on

All these things are constantly
Knocking at my window
In a crowd of choices

It's obvious to me
The moral of the story is
That I make my own reality

All these things are constantly
Knocking at my window
In a crowd of choices

It's so obvious to me
The moral of the story is
That I make my own reality