It’s My Life Songtext
von Connie Britton

Get off my bad side
And I might do something right
Get off my wavelength
You′re always telling me what to do, how to act, and how's a girl supposed to think
You keep tellin′ me I'm fickle
That I can't make up my mind, and it′s plain to see
But if I believe you, that I′m fickle
Then it turns into a self-fulfilling prophecy


And it's my life
And I′m gonna figure it out
It's time to figure it out
And it′s my life
I don't feel like showing you what I′m all about
Uh-ah, uh-ah, ah
Do I seem happy?
Well thanks
I'm finally starting to do things for myself
Do I seem grounded?
That's ′cause I learned how to fly
And then I come back down
You keep waiting for me to screw up
Like I′m a science project under a microscope
But d'you know what?
Everybody, sometimes, is gonna screw up
That ain′t no reason for me to give up hope

'Cause it′s my life
And I'm gonna figure it out
It′s time to figure it out
And it's my life
I don't feel like showing you what I′m all about
Uh
Uh-ah, uh-ah, ah
Uh-ah, uh-ah, ah
My life
Uh-ah, uh-ah, ah
Uh-ah, uh-ah, ah
My life


′Cause it's my life
And I′m gonna figure it out
It's time to figure it out
And it′s my life
I don't feel like showing you what I′m all about
Uh
Uh-ah, uh-ah, ah
Uh-ah, uh-ah, ah