I live my life like a masochist.
Hearing my father say "told you so, told you so".
Why can′t you be like the other girls.
I said, oh no, that′s not me.
And I don′t think that it′ll ever me.
Thought I′d belong to a different tribe.
Walking alone, never satisfied, satisfied.
Tried to fit in, but it wasn′t me.
I said, oh no, I don′t want it more.
That′s not what I′m looking for.

So I took the road-less.
And I barely made it out alive.
Through the darkness somehow I survived.
Deep down in the dust of my rebel heart.

I’ve spent some time as a narcissist.
Hearing the others say “Look at you, look at you!”
Trying to be so provocative.
I said “Oh yeah, that was me!”
All of the things I did, just to be seen.