Right the Wrongs -

I wana' write the songs that right the wrongs

And the whole damn world can sing along

I wana' say it loud, I wana say it proud

To every face that’s in the crowd.

lalalalalalala…

There’s a boy, torn, questioning his existence

He hurts for a mission

'cause all he wants

Is to make a difference

No matter the distance

But no one is listening

He’s losing everything

Now all he wants is one more chance to say:

I wana' write the songs that right the wrongs

And the whole damn world can sing along

I wana' say it loud, I wana say it proud

To every face that’s in the crowd.

There’s a girl scorned

And she’s locked in her room

And she’s thinking of you

'cause she swore, no more

Would she dance to the music

And hope not to lose it but

But no one is listening

No one cares what she sings

A puppet on a string

She’s losing everything

Now the crowd simply laughs at the artist inside

As they cover their ears and they cover their minds

And they point and they shout but they can’t figure out

How to try

I wana' write the songs that right the wrongs

And the whole damn world can sing along

I wana' say it loud, I wana say it proud

To every face that’s in the crowd.

You wana' write the songs that right the wrongs

And the whole damn world can sing along

Cause no one care and then maybe I don’t care

We throw our hands up in the air

lalalala…

Now they cover their ears

And they cover their minds

Don’t want to see the artist inside

The artist disguise

Now we’re all bored

With unlimited choices and corporate voices

We’re so gone

When the silence is new

Tell me what can we do

We listen, listen, listen, we listen…

I wana' write the songs that right the wrongs

And the whole damn world can sing along

I wana' say it loud, I wana say it proud

To every face that’s in the crowd.

You wana' write the songs that right the wrongs

And the whole damn world can sing along

Cause no one care and then maybe I don’t care

We throw our hands up in the air

lalalalalalalalalalalala…