I’m amplified by a microscope. Every word I say becomes a joke. Sweat poured down and it blinded me, myself exposed for everyone to see. A glutton for praise / A glutton for love. Abuse my name for all of the above.
You want to know what I am doing here? The same reason it’s been for all these years. Being made to feel like an outcast in my own home. You question me on my own affinity, well I ask of you, “who do you think you see?” Being made to feel like I’m no longer wanted in the place I found for that same problem. I don’t owe anyone, I don’t owe anything, so stop expecting everything from me. You don’t owe me a thing, I’m just trying to be, so just stop answering for me. I see the contradiction. I see through it’s ways. I see through everyone living fast in a passing phase. There’s people that changed me. There’s songs that saved me from all of this. There’s days that defined me. There’s nights that gave me strength from all of this. So here I am looking past it all reciting.