I don’t know whether it’s them, or it’s just me being meek.
I find solace in the fact that we are all pitifully weak.
And yet I am so flawed, out of my mind, willingly bored.
Surely, I will ascend forty fathoms deep!
My mind so unstable like a banana republic;
y’all don’t need my delicious fruit? Fuck it!
I can do it myself; I can do it myself, okay?
It’s Unreasonable, but move Girl, get out of my Way!
Excuse me, I apologise. Anger got a hold of me.
Please let me go now, before I lose my hold on me.
I confess, all I ever wanted to be was special,
and you — you’re so fucking special.
Truth be told, it was a game all along,
but I left before I even got the chance to get strong.
That’s what bothers me, what I think about to this day;
I never even got to finish the game I used to play.
