Truman Songtext

I sketch visions of my future
But sometimes the wrong shades slip in the picture
Feel like a failure, a loser
But, oh, my God reminds me, I'm human
Head high, I keep on moving
Living real, like Truman, I'm the true man

We're all same, no difference
Fail, fear, bad days make me more different
I born freak, this is my own movement