Once I told my mother that I want to be an artist
Gave a funny look and she was trying not to laugh
Then she told my father and the both of them were laughing
I never told my mother what I want to do again
Ohhh, dreams can change before they're even formed
And laughs can drown the voice that breaks the norm
But if the vision's true, it'll find its way
Through the noise, through the pain, every single day
Every single bridge I've ever built has gotten burned
Still yearning for the simple joy of creating art
It's like crafting a key for a lock that's never found
The weight of criticism suffocates the heart
Ohhh, dreams can change before they're even formed
And laughs can drown the voice that breaks the norm
But if the vision's true, it'll find its way
Through the noise, through the pain, every single day
Once I told my mother that I want to be an artist
Gave a funny look and she was trying not to laugh
Then she told my father and the both of them were laughing
I never told my mother what I want to do again