I'm happy when it hurts,
And sad when it's painless;
I'm content when it's dirty,
And uncomfortable when it's painless.
I'm living for death,
But dying for life;
I want a family,
But I won't be your wife.
And I'm a living contradiction,
In my world and in my mind;
I know I belong,
But I'm looking for my own kind.
I'm too strong to lose,
But too weak to win;
I'm laughing outside,
But crying within.
And I'm screaming inside,
But I can't complain,
'Cause I'm once again free,
But held down by your chain.
And I'm a living contradiction,
Burning at the stake;
I don't really lie,
But the truth's hard to take.
I want to be heard,
But I'm muted from sound;
I'm lost in my thoughts,
But don't want to be found.
And everyone loves me,
I couldn't be more alone;
I am where I belong,
But I can't find home.
And I'm the contradiction,
Living under another name;
I could never be perfect,
But I have no shame.
