Thirty licks with a belt; same old tricks on myself.
And I wonder: Does everyone else live this way?
A succession of tests, a triumphant success,
Each time I m still intact, at the end of the day.
Thirty drops in a glass, keep my temper and pass
With my breath held. You bastards, you ve lucked out again!
It s not really so bad. There s still mom, there s still
Damage to do before they wrest the axe from my hands.
It s no mystery: you should obviously go,
Before I break everything.
You re always telling me that you re dying to know;
But you re not really listening.
How do I manage to station myself in harm s way,
And only get hit with a ticket for loitering
That I have no way to pay? And no strength to argue.
My personal demons can scheme with professional care...
Oh, god, they re after me!
If I could shut them out just for a second,
I swear:
I could stop this catastrophe.
Thirty day guarantee,
But they can t have meant me.
After all, I was born to a child-proof world.
No sharp corners, or glass,
Small objects, or plastic bags.
Please, these are death to a delicate girl.
It s no mystery - you should obviously know
That I ll destroy everything.
So don t go telling me that you re dying to know
Cause youâll get what you re asking for.
And I still manage to station myself in harm s way,
And only get hit with a ticket for loitering,
Stating I came the wrong day.
Now all the demons are screaming, their wages aren t fair.
I ve left a secret kept.
If I could shut them up just for a second, I swear:
It ll look like an accident.
I could be decent yet!
Be magnificent!
I could be president...