Sometimes the meaning of life is so confusing,
Most of the time I don't even know what I'm doing.
My parents tell me to turn my head right,
But my mind and heart tell me to turn left.
I don't want a life they've set out for me,
I just want to be free.
I want to make my own decisions,
I actually want people in my life to listen.
I'm done listening to what they have to say about my life,
They aren't the ones who roll the dice.
I just want to live on my own,
The place I used to call home isn't really my home.
It's their home,
I don't feel welcome in this private dome.
Wish me luck,
Because next year I'm running away in my old beat up truck.