When I’m not tearing out my hair
Or shouting, screaming, crying
Or complaining about how the world’s not fair
My life is pretty average

When I’m not counting down the days,
Till I get out of this school system,
When I’m not fighting to get my way
My life is pretty average

When I’m not confined, trapped in my room
For a careless slip of tongue
When I’m not drowning in my well-earned doom
My life is pretty average

When the devils themselves come out to play
And pick me as their victim
When I feel like I can’t go through another day
My life is pretty average

I’ve got a shingled roof above my head
A family of four including me
I’ve got a desk, a room, and a decent-sized bed
My life is pretty average

I wish, sometimes, that my life were different
A bit more like those in fairy tales
I wish I could get rid of all the bumps and scars in an instant
But, I suppose,
It’s those bumps and scars that make my life,
Pretty average