I find it hard sometimes to say the way that I feelI
do the very things I hate to doI act like a child and
I'm afraid of what is realAnd so I try to cover up
the truthI stumble like a drunk along this crazy path
I walkI have a hundred thousand questions tooI'll go
to any length to prove that nothing is my faultThen
later on I will deny the proofI don't like to win but
then again I hate to loseAnd in between is something
I can't standI don't care what you think and I hope
that you approveI am just an ordinary manSometimes
I want to stop and crawl back into the wombAnd sometimes
I cannot tell wrong from rightBut I ain't gonna quit
until I'm laid in my tombAnd even then they better shut it tight