(T. Bachman)

Fortune frowned on me

She's a big girl, and she got me

Now I'm down the hall

I'm the last door, on the east wing

You don't know what it's like to be like me

You don't know what it's like to go between

I'll write a weekly letter

And keep you wondering what it means

To be like me

Someday I'll be strong

I'll find a nice girl and a new car

Escape my destiny

I'm gonna break out, I'm gonna shake out

(Chorus)

I'll move to a strange and distant land

And change ever after who I am

(Chorus)

I'll never get much better, but I don't mind