Why do I care so much about things which are not my concern?
At all?
Not my life.
Not my things to consider.
Not my things that I have control over or that I should.

Thoughts...things, so many things that do not, cannot and should never matter...

Just dancing in endless circles.
Driven by pain.
I just want to find a place to hide away for all time.

"Humankind cannot bare very much reality."
So true Mr.Elliot.
So...utterly true...

"But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here

I don't care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice when I'm not around
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell I'm doing here?
I don't belong here"