I don't want to be this way,
but it's who I am.
Sticks and stones,
and all that other **** knocked me down.
Turned me into a puzzle with a million pieces
scattered on the ground.
Confetti that was stepped on
when the party was over.
And that song on the radio
**** long forgotten by now.

I don't want to feel this crap,
but I can't stop it.
I'm on overdrive,
hitting 90 miles down a never ending backroad.
And with it all,
these tears fall,
and tired eyes can't hold them anymore.

I don't want to be me.
But I guess I'll have to settle,
because me is all I have.