Music, math, and english, yeah, it's piled on my shoulders

I know where my passion is, my dream when I get older

I know that you're doubting me because I'm doubting myself

And I know why you're hard on me, you want me to do well

Well, country, pop, and R&B, I don't know what to choose

Well, I'm country at the moment, but what will I grow into?

I guess we'll never know and have to wait and see (Wait and see)

'Cause all your voices, yeah, they're killing me

Well, I am wondering what's going on with me

'Cause I'm meant to be happy, yeah, as happy as can be

And all I write about is being sad all the time (Sad all the time)

I would kill for a happy song, but would it really be mine? (Really be mine)

And I know that you're doubting me because I'm doubting myself (Myself)

And I know that you're doubting me because I'm doubting myself

Myself, myself, myself