How the hell will I end up?
Where the hell do I go?
Who the hell am I supposed to believe?
What the f** do I know?
(One thing is clear!)
I'm not one of the chosen few
I'm not one of the rest
I can't pretend that I'm Miss Understood
I can't pretend I'm the best
So where the hell will I end up?
Who the hell should I know?
What the hell am I supposed to expect?
And where the f** should I go?
(One thing is clear!)
I'm not one of the officers
I'm not one of the crew
I can't exactly pretend I'm ok but I
Ain't f**ed up too
So laugh me up and tear me down
Pull me in and push me round
Love me lost and love me found
I'm not one of the finders
I'm not sure about the plot
I can't pretend that I know who I am
But I'm sure of what I'm not
So where the hell will I end up?
Where the hell do I grow?
Why the hell do I stand so fast
And move sooo slow?