I Don't Know, okay?

I'm sick of getting bossed around.
About what I wanna become.
I seriously DON'T KNOW, OKAY??!!
Yeah, I know, EVERYONE knows what they wanna become.
Except for me.
I was always the fairytale type.
There must be something cracked up in my mind.
But when you have a mother who tells you to be a dentist every 5 seconds of the day, there's bound to be something weird happening up in your head.
Dentist, dentist, dentist.
This very word goes through my mind far many more times than I've washed my socks.
I can't even think straight right now.
Dentist, singer, dentist, singer.