Oh, your opinion, how we hang on every syllable

I woke up this morning on the wrong side of my bed
Everything looked so strange like seeing through the backside of my head.
I can't read anything, the letters all look so strange
But I can tell one thing and that's that life still hasn't changed.
Last night everything was attacking like a riot in Birmingham
I stood up to fight when I shoulda tucked around and ran.
But when the rage came down you didn't seem to care.
So used to it I guess, when it hits you everywhere.
I have to say it hurt to see you convulsing on the floor
Especially because I knew you only wanted more.
The bat fell down as I was shocked at the bunce,
And I couldn't bring myself to kick you more than once.
One day you'll wake up, outside the comfort of your world
And you just might realize how necessary these emotions are.
Only then, will you grasp, why I am who I am.
Use your brain, and you might understand.