Twenty-nine years into life Some things I still can't get right Priorities may never be straight And that's always a topic for debate So I've made up my mind I shouldn't be loved I play in a band, I work when I'm home Why do I feel guilty for the shit that I've done? I've opened some doors, slammed just as many Opportunity's knocked, so how can you blame me? I'm trapped in a life that I have chosen My heart's growing colder, yet harder to be broken Again and again, again and again I'm chipping away at nothing So I've made up my mind I shouldn't be loved