Right the Wrongs

I wana' write the songs that right the wrongs
 And the whole damn world can sing along
 I wana' say it loud, I wana say it proud
 To every face that's in the crowd.
 lalalalalalala...
 There's a boy, torn, questioning his existence
 He hurts for a mission
 'cause all he wants
 Is to make a difference
 No matter the distance
 But no one is listening
 He's losing everything
 Now all he wants is one more chance to say:
 I wana' write the songs that right the wrongs
 And the whole damn world can sing along
 I wana' say it loud, I wana say it proud
 To every face that's in the crowd.
 There's a girl scorned
 And she's locked in her room
 And she's thinking of you
 'cause she swore, no more
 Would she dance to the music
 And hope not to lose it but
 But no one is listening
 No one cares what she sings
 A puppet on a string
 She's losing everything
 Now the crowd simply laughs at the artist inside
 As they cover their ears and they cover their minds
 And they point and they shout but they can't figure out
 How to try
 I wana' write the songs that right the wrongs
 And the whole damn world can sing along
 I wana' say it loud, I wana say it proud
 To every face that's in the crowd.
 You wana' write the songs that right the wrongs
 And the whole damn world can sing along
 Cause no one care and then maybe I don't care
 We throw our hands up in the air
 lalalala...
 Now they cover their ears
 And they cover their minds
 Don't want to see the artist inside
 The artist disguise
 Now we're all bored
 With unlimited choices and corporate voices
 We're so gone
 When the silence is new
 Tell me what can we do
 We listen, listen, listen, we listen...
 I wana' write the songs that right the wrongs
 And the whole damn world can sing along
 I wana' say it loud, I wana say it proud
 To every face that's in the crowd.
 You wana' write the songs that right the wrongs
 And the whole damn world can sing along
 Cause no one care and then maybe I don't care
 We throw our hands up in the air
 lalalalalalalalalalalala...