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This is where I run out of words That describe how I'm so damn hurt This is where I fumble and fold And take what I'm told
I'm not smiling, Behind this fake veneer. I am often interrupted, Or completely ignored, But most of all I'm bored. I'm trying to find out If my words have any meaning, Lackluster and full of contempt, When it always ends the same, Why won't she listen to me?, Why did I come?, Oh, why did I come here?, These humans all suck. I'd rather be home, Feeling violent and lonely, I'm not trying to sound so insincere . . . .How I wish I could disappear.
Hello there, how you doin'??, I've got all these thoughts just floating through my brain, They bump and they collide and cause a flurry of confusion, And it's getting on my nerves, I try to hold myself together, fighting off this mental weather when I can (sometimes I do), But this shitstorm's never ending, And the atmospheric pressure's calling for rain, This is what I've got going on, This is where I belong tonight.
Yeah, so I'm already dead, On the inside, But I can still pretend with my memories and photographs, I have learned to love the lie. I wanna know what it's like to be awkward and innocent, not belligerent. I wanna know how it feels to be useful and pertinent and have common sense, yeah Let me in, let me in to the club, cuz I wanna belong, And I need to get strong, and if memory serves, I'm addicted to words and they're useless.
