Music: Peter Fenn/Myles Smith/Jesse Fink/Sam Romans/Steph Jones/Griff Clawson
Sister's crying, slamming doors
Plates are flying, I was born into a fractured family
Where a word can start a war
Lost my tongue when I spoke my piece
Yeah, he grabbed my shirt and he bruised my cheek
Sad a man had to go toe to toe with a boy, thirteen
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Sorry I'm so goddamn indecisive
I was raised just to do as I'm told
And I hate the way that I'm still like this
I'm still learning to walk on my own
I tried changing the clothes I wear
Even cut my friends off and dyed my hair
But my roots run deep and the pain in my heart's still there
And I'm still not able to open up
Even to the people that I love
It's a burden, it's a cloud
And it always seems to follow me around
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Sorry I'm so goddamn indecisive
I was raised just to do as I'm told
And I hate the way that I'm still like this
I'm still learning to walk on my own
Sorry I'm so goddamn indecisive
I was raised just to do as I'm told
And I hate the way that I'm still like this
I'm still learning to walk on my own
This is my mess, my heart, my life
This is my mess, my heart, my life
This is my mess, my heart, my life
This is my mess, my heart, my life
This is my mess, my heart, my life
This is my mess, my heart, my life
This is my mess, my heart, my life
This is my life
Sorry I'm so goddamn indecisive
I was raised just to do as I'm told
And I hate the way that I'm still like this
I'm still learning to walk on my own