I've never been fond of white picket fences

Why do they take so much offense at that?

I always go against the grain

There must be something in my brain

That makes me want to fight

But are they true?

All these rules I gave myself?

Am I overcoming conditioning?

Or is this needless rebellion?

Am I raging for the sake of it

Or is there more I won't admit

They say it's selfish, that I will regret

I'd rather know for sure than create someone from a bet

It'd be far worse to find

I didn't have that state of mind

And ruin someone else's life

Are they true?

All these rules I gave myself?

Maybe I know myself

Better than I thought I did

But then what's led me to

All of this questioning

There must be something I've not seen