I fell in the trash like a crushed paper cup
Givin’ it up; I’m soakin’ it up
And I’m only just drowning in this fuel called indifference
Was there a difference to begin with anyway?

I’m a pragmatic fanatic
Borderline erratic
I’m a dreamer
A believer that greed is a deceiver
I’m a liar
A defier of most things in the mainstream
So here’s my prayer to naysayers
An excuse for my life

This ratty existence was dar unto me
And there’s no better way for justice to be
And then there are days where I just can’t come home
When it all boils down at least I’m alone

Am I a wreck?
Am I a failure?
Or just my own jailer?
Opinionated or dictated by the media at large?
So I’m asking does it matter?
And or will it tomorrow?
Here’s my prayer to naysayers
An excuse for my life

I’m a cynical idealist
But 10 percent a realist
I am Vader; the crusader
And better than Ralph Nader
Someone throw me a lifeline
Cuz' I’m the tempest of a lifetime
So here’s my prayer to naysayers
But their ears are closed

And I’m flailing for a handhold
Just for something to grab
And I’m wishing for a miracle
One that I’ll never have
I’m the bane of my existence
Or so I’ve been told
But give me a break, please
I’m sixteen years old…

I act like I’m on barbiturates
Maybe I’m a hypocrite
I’m apathetic to the point
Where pathetic is my name
I’m a flier; a denier
And maybe I’m deluded
Life is just a game
And I am going insane

I am jaded and berated
Emotionally constipated
I’m a dreamer
A believer in all things nondescript
I’m a liar
A defier of all things named authority
So here’s my prayer to naysayers
An excuse for my life

A feminist nonconformist was forced to conform
To avoid an epiphany of terror and scorn
Now I’ve been passed the baton in this human race
A citizen of the world with a future to face

So why am I still drowning in this fuel called indifference?