Come take a walk here with me I'll show you around my head This here's my childhood bedroom, where I used to sit and dream before I learned that all things end There's a man who left and walked the halls He was brave he thought that he was tall But one day soon he'll get a call that overnight his friend had gone to sleep and never saw the day again If you look behind the curtain, there's the voice inside my head that's never certain It's never interested in courage it just asks me how I'll ever feel content So I got a job, I fell in love, it was quiet for awhile then I heard it Said you've been busy growing up but did ever stop to wonder how it ends? You're not meant for this You're not good at this I'm not meant for this Was I ever really meant for this? But if you look back in the corner there's a boy who still writes paragraphs and poems See there's that other voice convincing him to stay behind and never trust himself But one day he couldn't take it so he stood up on his tippy toes and screamed out Said I've got dreams and fantasies to show I'm tall at heart and louder than you now You are meant for this You are good at this I am meant for this I always have been meant for this I always have been meant for this