I think that it's maybe been too many times People keep making up all of these lines for me In a special final situation where my patience is hanging, and everyone's waiting For these words where I'm thinking to write everything on my mind And then it comes to the time where I find what I've signed Sometimes it's not really what I needed to say But I say it anyway, and then want to take it away Because my life is my life, and it's a living contradiction Everything in it is just another addiction Temporary, but a little bit scary Without tearing off the hair on my head when I'm swearing Sometimes, because maybe this could make up my mind And I twist, and I try just to make it seem fine And maybe that's not where I want it to be I want to see sometimes that I'm not really me