Im the home wrecker, Im the problem, Im the reason why my grandma cries.
Im the theif, Im the mistake, Im the reason why my life is filled with lies.
I committed assault, I almost killed someone, I almost got into a fight.
I cut, I screamed, I hid, I ran. I packed my bags and escaped into the night.
I smile, I laugh, I dream, I fall.
I see the stars and try to count them all.
Im not used to being happy, I may act like it but Im not.
I like to feel sad and apathetic, but if I am I get caught.
My friends try to make me happy, but if they heard my story they would probably stop.
Yet when Im at the bottom they try to put me on the top.
I dont have the highest self-esteem, I dont always have a clue.
And this may all sound stupid, but boy if you only knew.
I fight, I stand, I live, I survive.
And for the first time in my life I've never felt so alive.
I don't give a damn as to what people think.
For I dont have to answer questions if I smoke or if I drink.
I know what Ive done, and I know what Ive said.
But if life was about living with fear and regret aren't we better off dead?
Let us raise a glass to the misunderstood who came before us, for they chased after the sun.
And for the rest of us misunderstood children, are mission has just begun.