In fact, you have become
All of the things you've always run from.

I was never cool in school - I'm sure you don't remember me
And now it's been ten years I'm still wondering who to be
And I'd love to mix in circles, cliques and social coteries - that's me
Hand me my nosering! (Can we be happy?)
Show me the mosh pit (Can we be happy?)
We can be happy underground.

I see that there is evil
And I know that there is good
And the in-betweens I never understood.