Misshapen

I'm not cut out for this life
The more I live it, the more I see
Suburbia was made from a cookie cutter
And a different shape was used to cut me
My motives; often misunderstood
My inner most feelings remain a mystery
I keep people at arms length
And leave them plagued with uncertainty
I'm not saying this is right
But it was the only choice for me
I wouldn't stand to be let down
By the people who will disagree
No, this world is not my home
I am just an abductee
I'm just passing through this place
Seeing all there is to see
But it's trying to take me under its wing
And I refuse to be an adoptee
This world right here is the show
And I'm the front row attendee
I'm not cut out for this life
It's not all it's cracked up to be
The more I think about the choices I make
The more I feel there's no place for me