I can't speak and I can't listen.
Everyone is a curse or something worse.
Complaining like you were made to when you hate every God I pray to.
I've gone weak and I'm sick of speaking.
Why do you feel so down?
I think you're one of a kind so I'll never like myself.
So, don't lie to me. I know I'm not as cool as I'd like to be.
Why do you feel so down?











