I've made up my mind
Don't have to think about it, cause I'm doing just fine
But when it's not right
Does that justify it just because it was mine?
I don't know where to go
Sometimes I feel like I'm caught in a sandstorm
When you're caught in the middle
There's no room on each side of you you're stuck there for life
Can someone pick on you even if they're not your size
I don't know where to go
Sometimes I feel like I'm caught in a sandstorm