I can't tell what I'm doing,

I don't know what I'm supposed to feel.

I can't seem to figure out what to do with my life.

Every single path I take is a wrong one to someone,

And every word I say offends.

People are quick to judge, people jump to conclusions,

They don't take the time to understand that It's difficult, being thrown back into society and back into the swing of things.

People need to get off my back about my life, don't they have enough to worry about in theirs? I know they do.

And I have plenty to worry about, obviously, that's why you tell me what to do.

And that's what I hate about you.