Wrong was Right and Right was Wrong

What is right in my life, and by whose standards
The teenage boy down the street with no dad
Or the up grade brother who is somewhat glad
The kid's who are just starting out
Or the dog who gets kicked in the mouth

The taxi cab driver from NY
Or a waiter of some sort
The old folks in the nursing home
Or the quarterback in the Astrodome
I guess it is all relative
Depending on whose eye's you are looking through

For me? I've been there and back
I have had fame and
I have fallen and raised up again
I have learned that I cannot make relationships work
I can only participate and hope for the best
I can pray, but I'm not really sure about that

What is right in my life seems wrong
What is wrong in my life seems right
I know this, I live from one part of the day to the next
And I don't like how that feels
But I feel defeated for trying
Trying just isn't enough anymore

I feel as if I am just living out my days
And the people who surround me are trying to keep me quiet
Yeah, keep the girl quiet, don't allow her to start a riot
Let her walk around without a sound
No hope, no dream, and no passion
I don't have to die, I'm already dead