Seems to me I'm endlessly searching
For words and notes to say how I feel
It's better that I not leave these things concealed
I'm a slave to conversations in my head
That's why I'd rather write songs instead
Years ago I stopped asking for forgiveness
God made me just the way I am
Call me a sinner then call my sinful maker
And explain it all to Him
You can call me crazy
It will roll off my skin
I have heard your words before
For a million years
And a million more
No, I don't have a chip on my shoulder
I just see things a certain way
You can believe what you want to
Everyone has their own opinion
No matter what I say