I just want to be loved, but I struggle with rage
And this rage is from years of no love, and each day
I just try to find how to become who I see,
In my body, my soul, buried deep in debris.

And I sift, and I sift through the years of confusion,
Through the damage I've taken and the ever-there bruises,
But all come up with is more pain and rage,
When all I want is a new, clean page.

Why do I hate the world and the masses?
That's easy, because it's full of *****.
Now riddle me this, it's a little bit tougher,
Did God put me here on this earth just to suffer?

I'm no fish out of water, I'm a human off land,
In a world that I drown in, there's no place to stand.
I'm only this far in my life 'cause of time,
If it weren't for that, I'd be left behind.

In a world full of sheep, if you don't join the crowd,
And you're not the Shepard, you'll be left out.
So where do you stand when you have no place?
If you want to find out, remember this face.