Fighting My Way Back

I'm tough, rough, ready and able,
To pick myself up from under this table.
Don't stick no sign on me,
I got no label.
I'm a little sick, unsure, unsound and unstable.
But I'm fighting my way back.
I'm busting out and I'm going in.
I'm kicking up about the state I'm in.
Looking to my future, not my past.
I want to be a good boy but how long can it last?
Fighting my way back.
This kid is going to wreck and ruin.
I'm not quite sure of what I'm doing, you see,
It all happened a little too soon.
But it's all there, in this here tune.
Fighting my way back.