Bowling Shoes

I can't describe the things that happened to me when I was young
you can't relate to what I said before you wanted me to...
did it hurt?
or was I mad?
was I first?
or did you find someone better than me?
sometimes I don't want to be here
sometimes I'll make it on my own
sometimes I want to see clear
so leave me alone
this time I think I should replace myself with something
I could pretend and not let things get out of hand
I should be nicer...