I'm not trying to pretend   I'm not one for giving in   To do anything just to be your friend      Whatever you expect from me   Think about it carefully   Before this relationship begins      Should I kiss, should I tell   Should I act like someone else   Is it safe to be myself?      All these things are constantly   Knocking at my window   In a crowd of choices      It's obvious to me   The moral of the story is   That I make my own reality      I'm not trying to be cool   Or telling you what you should do   You gotta find out just for yourself      I only know what's right for me   The promises I want to keep   But every day it's something else      Should I drink, should I smoke   Should I lie so I can go   To the party down the road?      All these things are constantly   Knocking at my window   In a crowd of choices      It's obvious to me   The moral of the story is   That I make my own reality      All these things are constantly   Knocking at my window   In a crowd of choices      It's so obvious to me   The moral of the story is   That I make my own reality      Nobody else can live my life   It's my decision   Nobody else can tell me      If I fit in, if I belong   If I look good enough   And the list goes on and on and on      All these things are constantly   Knocking at my window   In a crowd of choices      It's obvious to me   The moral of the story is   That I make my own reality      All these things are constantly   Knocking at my window   In a crowd of choices      It's so obvious to me   The moral of the story is   That I make my own reality