VERSE 1:
I don’t normally . . . write songs,
My talent for lyrics is sporadic at best.
I wrote a few in . . . high school,
But they were pretty lame, so I gave it a rest.

But ever since the day that I joined YouTube,
There were people singing songs.
It made me want to write again,
Even if it sounded wrong.

So I dug out my . . . keyboard,
I dusted it off, turned it on, and said
“It’s time I put to . . . good use
This bachelor’s degree I got in music ed.”

I posted a simple song or two,
And my audience was there.
I don’t make a lot of money, it’s true,
But I guess I don’t really care.

CHORUS:
I may have sold my soul for 1,000 subscribers,
I may have mortgaged my mind for 10,000 views,
It’s possible I’ve leased my life for a front page feature
But I’ve just donated my dreams to You . . . Tube.

VERSE 2:
My English teacher was . . . the worst!
Higher level thinking wasn’t taught to me.
So though I read a lot of . . . books, I
Was never taught to read critically.

I got through college all right, because
The one skill I possessed
That I learned in that English class
Was the fine art of BS.

So, then I logged into . . . YouTube,
And found other readers, wise and sage,
And I found out quickly that . . . there’s more
To reading than just what appears on the page.

Smart people on the internet? Who’d have thought?
I learned their lessons well.
They taught me what my class could not.
High school English could go straight to hell.

CHORUS

BRIDGE:
Sorry I haven’t vlogged, but I’ve been busy with work.
I really need to rant because my teacher’s a jerk.
This quality’s the best that I can afford.
I thought I’d make a video, because I’m bored.

You see us in the windows where we appear,
But have you ever wondered just why we’re here?

VERSE 3:
I was always the . . . shy one.
My IRL social life was a bust.
I needed friends who . . . cared for
Something other than themselves. That was a must.

But all the people that I knew
Were drowning in apathy.
How can you constantly be bored
When there’s so much to do and see?

I had just about lost . . . all hope
In humanity’s forward progress,
When I found these people here . . . online,
Who are awesome, in the literal sense.

I found my friends, but more, I found
The confidence I lacked.
There’s caring people in the world.
It’s more than hope . . . it’s fact.

CHORUS

TAG:
It isn’t perfect, there’s no doubt,
Things go bad now and then.
But I sold my soul to something good,
And I’d make the same choice again.

CHORUS