I would rather fill my mind with things that make me smile
Instead of all the things that are there
I can't make it any simpler
It's not artistic, or pretty
If I tried really hard I could make words come together that would make you say
"Ah!"
If I tried really hard I could speak so well that it would make you say
"Wow!"
If I worked long enough I could play you something beautiful
that would make you cry
But I'd rather not
I'd rather just be
and if the things I do impress you
and you give me shout and praise
I'd rather you keep it
So that when you see the rest of me
you don't need to wonder why
and not have to think twice
How you thought I was someone or something else
when I'm really just lost in myself, trying to make me happy
And as much as I love seeing your eyes light up, and your face smile with joy
When I laugh, sing, and play
I'm much more than that
