I'm walking down the street, it's a few minutes after dark and I'm smoking the last cigarette from my pack of twenty. As I walk I see the judging faces of the strangers who see me.
They're probably thinking I'm a total fuck up to be honest, walking down the street with a guitar on my back and holes in my clothes.
It makes me frustrated that just because people can see I'm a musician, they suddenly think that I'm worth less. That I pay the bills with my guitar and so what if I do? I know my own worth. I'm original. Creative. I'm fucking priceless baby.
And It's time someone took a stand for the 'freaks', the 'geeks' and the 'lame'. We're not invalid. We've chosen to walk a different path, one that we enjoy. What's so wrong with walking our own way? Doing things a little different? Nothing.
That's why I'm perfectly fine with who I am regardless. In fact I'm proud of it. With a smile on my face I open the door to my house. Hey, I'm really am ok and no one is going to stop me from being true to myself.
Song: Hey We OK by Never Shout Never.
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