I feel happy, I feel sad, I feel like running through the walls I'm overjoyed, I'm undecided I don't know who I am Well, maybe I'm not perfect At least I'm working on it Twenty-two is like the worst idea that I have ever had It's too much pain It's too much freedom what should I do with this? It's not the way you plan it It's how you make it happen It's such a cold cold world And I can't get out So I'll just make the best Of everything I'll never have :)