How the hell will I end up? Where the hell do I go? Who the hell am I supposed to believe? What the fuck do I know? (One thing is clear!) I'm not one of the chosen few I'm not one of the rest I can't pretend that I'm Miss Understood I can't pretend I'm the best So where the hell will I end up? Who the hell should I know? What the hell am I supposed to expect? And where the fuck should I go? (One thing is clear!) I'm not one of the officers I'm not one of the crew I can't exactly pretend I'm ok but I Ain't fucked up too So laugh me up and tear me down Pull me in and push me round Love me lost and love me found I'm not one of the finders I'm not sure about the plot I can't pretend that I know who I am But I'm sure of what I'm not So where the hell will I end up? Where the hell do I grow? Why the hell do I stand so fast And move sooo slow?