Believer

I'm out of character and I'm through pretending you think I'm strange because I let that showI don't know why you want to skip to the ending when there's so much I've still got to knowI'm not polite and I wont play your games don't even want to know your nameI've never been an overachiever didn't get every thing that I asked forDidn't make me into a believer not for lack of trying, to be surewhere you going baby, I'm not done yet the gun's not loaded and we just metgot a bottle riding shotgunbut there's room for twothere are things I'd still like to do to youyou're full of these preconceived notions I know you've got me in some stupid little bookthink you've read me, know all my emotions I think you'd better take a closer look