I've never been fond of white picket fences
Why do they take so much offense at that?
I always go against the grain
There must be something in my brain
That makes me want to fight
But are they true?
All these rules I gave myself?
Am I overcoming conditioning?
Or is this needless rebellion?
Am I raging for the sake of it
Or is there more I won't admit
They say it's selfish, that I will regret
I'd rather know for sure than create someone from a bet
It'd be far worse to find
I didn't have that state of mind
And ruin someone else's life
Are they true?
All these rules I gave myself?
Maybe I know myself
Better than I thought I did
But then what's led me to
All of this questioning
There must be something I've not seen