A teacher used to call me “rebel yell”
On days that I wore my studded belt
It made me feel strong
That I had a place to belong
It was my armor it was how I dealt
Until I heard the freedom of the final bell
I was a rebel without a cause
Wandering around without a purpose
Only truly knowing that I am sick
Of being treated like I’m worthless
But I was just acting like my heroes
Buying the guitars that like Billie Joe
Ripping into it every single night
Trying to be like jack fucking white
That is the way that I learn
But there is so much more to earn
Cause I am just a fucking poser
Day dreaming of being a closer
Fuck I’m not even an opener
Sit and play in my basement every night
Need to be ready to step out into the light
And show the world what I am all about
Release the feelings that need to come out
That I poured into every line of this song
With the hope that someone will sing along
Cause I am always trying to convince you
To just look at the work I do
I know I am not the one you came to see
Give me a chance, and maybe I will be
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