Does it look like I'm afraid of scrapping it all?

I know that you hate me
I won't understand you
And you can't understand me
I've been used to the cold since a baby
My stubborn stare straight into the sun
Like a sunflower.

Does it look like I'm afraid of scrapping it all?

I don't even scream
I moan
If I am in pain
You don't have to know
I stay humble
With my foot out the door
I don't listen to other people's talk
I am busy on the dance floor
I already know you to the core
Gossip and all.

Does...