Screwed Up

The center of his mask popped out and revealed who he is

It only complicates his mess, his mess

He traveled by bus today, just to face the passengers

And stand and say, I only try to be my best, my best

Please follow me, with your mirror in hand

Be who you are, and think out loud

I am very proud be who you are

The center of his mask now lies in a bucket made for trash

It only complicates his mess, his mess

He walked the aisle again

Looked at the driver and smiled again

I only try be my best, my best

Please follow me, with your mirror in hand

Be who you are, and think out loud

I am very proud

Be who you are

Be who you are

The bus driver winked and said

They call me blind, but my name is fred

It only complicates his mess, his mess

He said Fred dont you cry

For I will drive this bus with my eyes

Until this mask is off your chest, your chest

Please follow me, with your mirror in hand

Be who you are, and think out loud

I am very proud

Be who you are

Be who you are

Be who you are

Be who you are