Lyric You Don t Know What It s Like

(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