When I was younger I wanted to be a punk rocka
But everybody said no
And I was sure that if I ever got a shocka(?)
The same old folks would say go

It wasn't the life called passion of singing a fashion, that lead me to go
But then I'll always be a twisted little sistah
And all the rest can go blow

Yeah, I'm falling, I hit the floor running
Keep calling, I feel my heart drummin'
I'm falling, I hit the floor running,
Cause this time, this time, I'm doing okay
And if (?) to get me out of this room, (?)
(?) wish me well, cause now I'm running free

When I was younger I wanted to be a punk rocka
But everybody said no
And I was sure that if I ever got a shocka(?)
The same old folks would say go

It wasn't for lack of passion, a singular fashion, that led me to go
But then I'll always be a twisted little sistah
And all the rest can go blow

Yeah, I'm falling, I hit the floor running
Keep calling, I feel my heart drummin'
I'm falling, I hit the floor running,
Cause this time, this time, I'm doing okay
And if (?) to get me out of this room, (?)
(?) wish me well, cause now I'm running free