Sing Out - Lisa Loeb

I was trying too hard to fit in

Make me feel like I belonged to something

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’d waited too long, thought I’d say something wrong

That they won’t understand, but my life is in 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

La-la-la-la, la-la-la

La-la-la, la-la-la

La-la-la

La-la-la-la, la-la-la

La-la-la, la-la-la

La-la-la

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

And sing out

And sing out

La-la-la-la, la-la-la

La-la-la, la-la-la

La-la-la

La-la-la-la, la-la-la

La-la-la, la-la-la

La-la-la

La-la-la-la, la-la-la

La-la-la, la-la-la

La-la-la

La-la-la-la, la-la-la

La-la-la, la-la-la

La-la-la

La-la-la-la, la-la-la

La-la-la, la-la-la

La-la-la