twenty nine years into life some things i still can t get right priorities may never be straight and that s always a topic for debate so i ve made up my mind i shouldn t be loved i play in a band i work when i m home why do i feel guilty for the shit that i ve done i ve opened some doors slammed just as many opportunity s knocked so how can you blame me i m trapped in a life that i have chosen my heart s growing colder yet harder to be broken again and again again and again i m chipping away at nothing so i ve made up my mind i shouldn t be loved