You look at me so accusing or assuming or maybe
confusing. And just so you know too much has happened, to
turn my back on what I've become. No regrets. After years
of wanting to grab this life by the balls, I may have
turned crazy, but there is no place I would rather be.
Beating my head against a wall. I'm surprised my brain is
still intact. I guess I'm living how I'm predisposed, but
definitely now how I'm supposed to. It is just now who I
am. I guess I should explain myself. I would know exactly
where to turn, but it only makes me feel like more of a
slave. And I don't want to behave how the deem is right.