I still mean it I still feel the same Can't conceal it My heart-sleeve flame Still my everything Still my all Still my beating heart Won't break my fall You call it passion I call it purpose One eye on fashion Was it all worth it? Your ambition has worn you out Threadbare at the seams And I'm just hitting my stride Nothing is different Nothing has changed The map maker's busy But the compass remains true Still my everything Still my all Still my beating heart Won't break my fall You call it passion I call it purpose One eye on fashion Was it all worth it? Your ambition has worn you out Threadbare at the seams And I'm just hitting my stride Your ambition has worn you out Threadbare at the seams And I'm just hitting my stride