(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