Sing Out
ERIC MATTHEW LUMIERE, LISA A. LOEB
I was trying too hard to fit in
Make me feel like I belonged to somethin’
But it hurt in my heart
Hiding a part of who I am
I was wasting my days down on myself
Down on my life and everyone else
I thought, they won't understand
But it wasn't about them
It’s my parade
I’ll make it great
Blow my horn, throw confetti, celebrate
You can march, you can dance
Every moment is your chance to be yourself
And sing out
There’s a story inside me to tell
It took some time to get the water from the well
I thought I waited too long, thought I’d say something wrong
That they won’t understand, but my life is my hands
It’s my parade
I’ll make it great
Blow my horn, throw confetti, celebrate
You can march, you can dance
Every moment is your chance to be yourself
And sing out
