They’re telling me my songs are not singable
It’s either too many words or too many syllables
They rhyme too much or too little or too predictable
And all those offenses are fixable

CH
I write what I write and I won’t conform
‘Cause music and songs come in many forms
They want something they’ve heard a hundred times before.
It's not my style and it's not what my songs are for
Let's agree to disagree, not see eye to eye
They hear what they hear, I write what I write


V2
They’re telling me my songs are too tearful
Well, yes, life nowadays isn’t that cheerful
It either hits you hard, or makes you fearful
And it's up to me to give them an earful

BR
Wanna know what I think?
It’s one of those things
Who stands for nothing
Will fall for anything.


CH
I write what I write and I won’t conform
‘Cause music and songs come in many forms
You want something you've heard a hundred times before.
It's not my style and it's not what my songs are for
Let's agree to disagree, not see eye to eye
You hear what you hear, I write what I write

CH
I write what I write and I won’t conform
‘Cause music and songs come in many forms
You want something you've heard a hundred times before.
It's not my style and it's not what my songs are for
Let's agree to disagree, not see eye to eye
You hear what you hear, I write what I write