You feel as if I’m sick and caught

With every kind of flu

You feel as if I’m failing

And I haven’t got a clue

 

Of where I’m going with this lifetime

Or where I’ll one day be

But I am living day to day

As plain as I can be

 

I’m trying to uphold myself

To all of my high standards

But I know that that won’t be enough

For all the righteous bastards

 

You see, I feel I’m not like you

So you see me as deranged

A wild, putrid animal

With nothing left to say

 

But there’s a world inside of me

With aspirations and emotions

And none of me will ever be “fixed”

With logic, words, or potions

 

So sorry if I’m not exactly

What you wanted me to be

Oh no, check that: I’m not in fact.

I don’t see what you see

 

But that’s not wrong; it’s just my right

So, trust me, all my words

Will get me where I want to be

Though right now, I’m not quite heard

 

I trust that you will just respect

The wishes that I’ve made

For now, my future is sweet as

A glass of lemonade