I come to a door
With my eyes on the floor
Thinking of what i should do.
Should I follow the populars,
And feel like I’m from Mars
Just because they’re doing it to?
Or follow my dreams,
Cause it really does seem
Like the right thing to do.
I think and, I think,
And I think that it stinks
That I have to choose.
Forget popularity,
Now I clearly see,
I should take the door
And follow my dreams.
That’s my best bet
And thats the best bet
I’ve ever made.