someone went and handled her with too tight a grip trying to make the mess of their old wood glue stick seems like the pressure brought her weight down spitting all the pulp from her squeezed out little lime i belong on my own i m the sum not a part not the wheel on a cart not a link in a chain not a seat on a train i m my own ride that s what you get when you mess with me that s what you get when you step to me get close and i might appear clear enough to get a good sense too close is enough to pull you under in a force of false pretense all the while you had bigger beams on your mind running all around again with your head cut off you liked her just fine she s a nice girl but nevermind wouldn t wanna be any other way outside these walls i belong on my own i m the sum not a part not the wheel on a cart not a link in a chain not a seat on a train i belong on my own i m the sum not a part not the wheel on a cart not a link in a chain not a seat on a train i belong on my own not a piece of a pie not a pit in a peach not a fix in a pinch i m my own ride i never know just when it s too good to be true i never notice