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.