Damned If I Do

Why do I feel so alone in a crowd of people I know?
Is it wrong to feel so insecure and so unappealing?
Why walk around in disguise with a fake grin on my face?
What would it prove?
What would I gain?
I’d still feel so out of place.
Damned if I do,
damned if I don’t.
But I won’t turn out like you.
Damned if I do,
damned if I don’t.
But I won’t turn out like you.
Midlife crisis at the age of 22, who knew?
I need some answers.
Cross the street and down the avenue I stopped for the woman
and Paid five bucks and got my palm read.
And she said: «You shouldn’t be smiling boy,
this life line says you’re allready dead.»
Just keep on moving forward never turning back.
But with every step ahead I take they pull me two steps back.
They pull me two steps back.
Damned if I do,
damned if I don’t.
But I won’t turn out like you.