Majestic

Twenty-nine years into life
Some things I still can’t get right
Priorities may never be straight
And that’s always a topic for debate
So I’ve made up my mind
I shouldn’t be loved
I play in a band, I work when I’m home
Why do I feel guilty for the shit that I’ve done?
I’ve opened some doors, slammed just as many
Opportunity’s knocked, so how can you blame me?
I’m trapped in a life that I have chosen
My heart’s growing colder, yet harder to be broken
Again and again, again and again
I’m chipping away at nothing
So I’ve made up my mind
I shouldn’t be loved