Time to go back,
into my place.
Where no one can see me,
no light or no grace.

Time to go back,
into my hole.
Where all is forgotten,
all pain is fore told.

Time to go back
into my hell.
Where the creature is waiting,
that torturous cell.

Time to go back
into my sane.
Where my fortune is told,
all crazy as rain.

Time to go back
into my youth.
Where my story is begun
with the heel of a boot.

I don't know who I am or why I'm here.
I don't know why people I love never stay near,
But I guess I'm just me;
Forced to be someone I don't wanna be.
I don't know what's worth fighting for or why I scream,
Or why I provoke and say what I don't mean.

I don't know why I'm this way.
Is it right?
Can I change who I am?
Is it worth the fight?
I guess I'm stuck as I am.
If I don't accept me then who can?

I can,
And I could.
It's okay,
Most of us are misunderstood.
That's who you are and that's who you'll be.
Someone worth fighting for.
Someone like me.