| I’ve spent so much time hating the skin I’m in |
| And all the sensitive emotions that are bound within |
| I’ve spent too many days, over my insecure ways |
| But it’ll be the last time, because today is |
| (Mine) |
| And I won’t spend it depressed |
| (Mine) |
| Over the girl who left |
| (Mine) |
| Over my small paycheck |
| (Mine) |
| Over my double chin, oh |
| I’ve tried and tried and tried and tried |
| Time after time |
| But things don’t always work out |
| And I’ve thought the fault was mine |
| Sad songs on repeat |
| Walking empty streets |
| Forty in my hand |
| Trying to drown out «the thinks» |
| But I got tired of being bummed |
| I knew it would never help |
| Learned to hold my head up high |
| And start getting over it |
| From laboring love |
| I’ve worked my fingers down to the bone |
| Left as a broken man, inside and out |
| I’ve learned to stand up tall, on my own |
| From laboring love |
| I’ve worked my fingers down to the bone |
| Left as a broken man, inside and out |
| I’ve learned to stand up tall |
| Today is |
| (Mine) |
| And I won’t spend it depressed |
| (Mine) |
| Over the girl who left |
| (Mine) |
| Over my small paycheck |
| (Mine) |
| Over my stupid, double chin |
| Today, is mine |
| Today, is mine |
| Today, is mine |
| Today, is mine |
| Today, is mine |
| Today, is mine |
| Today, is mine |
| Today, is mine |
| Today, is mine |