I find it hard sometimes to say the way that I feel
I do the very things I hate to do
I act like a child and I'm afraid of what is real
So, I try to cover up the truth

I stumble like a drunk along this crazy path I walk
I have a hundred thousand questions too
I'll go to any length to prove that nothing is my fault
Later on, I will deny the proof

I don't like to win but then again, I hate to lose
And in between is something I can't stand
I don't care what you think, and I hope that you approve
I am just an ordinary man

Sometimes I wanna stop and crawl back into the womb
Sometimes I cannot tell wrong from right
But I ain't gonna quit until I'm laid in my tomb
And even then, they'd better shut it tight