... with the aid of one of my favorite bands.

I guess the prevailing wisdom goes something like this...

Mother, father
Look at your little monster
I'm a hero
I'm a zero
I'm the butt of the worst joke in history

I'm a lock without a key
A city with no door
A prayer without faith
A show without a score
A bad word, a wink, a nod, a shiver
An untold story, sex without fury, a creeping grey memory
I am
Incomplete
Incomplete
Incomplete
Incomplete

Doctor, cure me
What is the cause of my condition?
This madness shoots me
Like bullets smashing glass in a silent movie

I'm a trap without a spring
A temple with no god
A jack without an ace
The tip of your tongue
I'm a promise in an unmailed letter
An unbuilt motor, deck without a joker, a creeping grey memory
I am
Incomplete
Incomplete
Incomplete
Incomplete

Tell Saint Peter not to bet on me, yeah
I've got a naked obsession
A good intention gone bad
I am
Incomplete
Incomplete
Incomplete
Incomplete
Incomplete
Incomplete
Incomplete
Incomplete

- Bad Religion
"Incomplete"
Stranger than Fiction (1994)

... but I prefer to look at things from an angle more like this.

We don't need any more mountains
Because the trail builders failed to give us passage there
So we can't reach the sky
We don't need any more failure
There is human tragedy that's written everywhere
We are all too young to die
Like a mystery that's here to stay
Some people never go away
'Cause they've got something to say:

Don't sell me short
You've been wrong too long
Don't brush me off
Just because I don't belong
Like it or not, I'm all you've got
Dispose me when I'm shot
Just don't sell me short
I might not be who you thought

We don't need any more fables
'Cause the writers have passed and left us lessonless
We must find our own way
We don't need any more privilege
There is vivid desperation that is powerless
That no surplus can repay
Like the fix of rapture in a trance
Oh fates are sealed by circumstance
So you've got to take a chance

Don't sell me short!
You've been wrong too long
Don't brush me off
Just because I don't belong
Pass me on by, ignore my cry
Forget me when I die
Just don't sell me short
Not while I'm still alive

Everybody's talking about heaven on earth
I'm still trying to figure out just what I'm worth
I'm full of emotion and stuff you can't contain
You just want to flush me down the drain
But you can't make me go away!

Don't sell me short!
You've been wrong too long
Don't brush me off
Just because I don't belong
Like it or not, I'm all you've got
Dispose me when I'm shot
Just don't sell me short
I might not be who you thought
You've been wrong too long
Don't brush me off
Just because I don't belong
Pass me on by
And forget me when I die
But don't sell me short
Not while I'm still alive

- Bad Religion
"Don't Sell Me Short"
The New America (2000)