Stuck

Have you ever had somebody call bullshit on you?
Had somebody hold up a mirror to you
and you don't know whether to scream or run or sit and take it like a man
or stand and fight, let the punches fall where they land
So maybe I'm dramatic
or a fucking fanatic
or maybe I'm just good at it
and I gotta be good at something

This is my life, not some TV movie
the shit that happened molded and moved me
So maybe I'm not a well-adjusted girl
Maybe I don't live in a well-adjusted world
I think I deserve to be a little bit mad
at God for all the shit that I never had
And I think I deserve to throw some punches around
Hope they connect with the throats of those who held me down

So yeah, this is me and I don't know what I want
Don't know who I am or what life that I want
I just know I'm sick and tired of all of this lying
Mad as hell that I can't seem to stop crying
Maybe I needed to be called out to reality
Maybe I had to see that it all comes back to me
It's a choice and I fucking hate making choices
I'd rather be a real crazy out chasing voices
that aren't there, but I'm there, and life isn't fair
Sometimes I just wanna close my eyes
and pretend it's not real
But it is, it always has been, and right now I feel
stuck.