I know people don't like me
i know that I'm an ass to almost everyone...
My life is a mystery, dear one,
for why I see and hear these things is not for you...
Faded dreams; they whisper,
wrapped in darkest silk...
Here it comes again that forgetting it is...
So indispensable like its amazingly pivotal...
Here's a tale about death and dying,
About anguish, despair, alone and crying...
I hit the wall,
Thrown by fate...
It feels like a dream
Through my eyes i see ju there...
People look a me with such strange faces.
If only with them could I trade places...
My life is like a hole that goes on forever and...
How wide your eyes poke at me.
Poke and Prod, Prod and Poke...
I see you.
There you go again...
You don't know me
So don't act like you do...