All Wrong

Never found a place I felt quite home Maybe I've been going about it wrong Tried to find the right climate, and furniture, and floors Never gave a thought to who might meet me at the door Maybe I've been too much alone Been going about this life all wrong Is it in my nature, or does habit drive the force Keeps me running endlessly on down this lonely course I won't fall prey to your propaganda I know full well my pattern clashes with the rest Won't cut my feet to fit the shoes that you deem finer Won't hear a no when my heart is singing yes Doubt is the prison of my mind, prison of my mind I know my heart is steering blind, my heart is steering blind How many of the wants I have are born from my desires, born from my desires And which come from the outside world, the trash I see, falls into me, it fuels my fire Fire, it fuels my fire I won't fall prey to your propaganda I know full well my pattern clashes with the rest Won't cut my feet to fit the shoes that you deem finer Won't hear a no when my heart is screaming yes Yes Yes Maybe I've been too much alone Been going about this life all wrong