They want me to fit in,
So I scratch the walls
‘Till my nails bleed.
What I need
Is to get them off my tail.
I can’t bail,
Never shirk a fight;
But the cold light
Of my destiny
Grows pail.
How can such a square peg
Fit in to reality?
That’s a matter for me
To decide.
I confide this to you,
As you are true.
The ship has sailed
But I still love you
