Protest Singer

I stopped today to see myself in subway glass
And I was scared of the way I look now
I knew the only thought behind my eyes
Please don't believe in me
I don't want to let you down
And I'm convinced it only rains in New York
And I am surrounded by everything that really scares me
A room full of empty people regretting every time that they inhale
And I want to write one perfect song
To make you cry in your sleep
Kind of like a soundtrack for your dreams
To let you'ld know I'm watching and making sure it's (exact) alright
It'll be alright
I guess I wanted to make you feel something
I wanted to make you feel everything
And you may call me a protest singer
But I'm only protesting myself
I don't believe in beautiful people
And I don't believe in me
I wonder what it's like to be in between
Can you hear me
Can you hear me
You may call me a protest singer
Can you hear me
But I'm only protesting myself
And you may call me a protest singer
But I'm only protesting myself