You look at me so accusing or assuming or maybe 
confusing. And just so you know too much has happened, to 
turn my back on what I've become. No regrets. After years 
of wanting to grab this life by the balls, I may have 
turned crazy, but there is no place I would rather be. 
Beating my head against a wall. I'm surprised my brain is 
still intact. I guess I'm living how I'm predisposed, but 
definitely now how I'm supposed to. It is just now who I 
am. I guess I should explain myself. I would know exactly 
where to turn, but it only makes me feel like more of a 
slave. And I don't want to behave how the deem is right.