Staring tensely at the back of your head.
Staring and hating with every fiber of my being.
Wishing you or I, wishing one of us was dead.
You turn around sweet and innocent, and I smile instead.

I don't think I can take it.
I wonder if I can just leave.
I don't think I can make it.
I just hope that you believe.

Glaring eye to eye for a second or two.
Glaring and not caring that you're crying.
Screaming in my head how much I hate you.
But aloud I laugh cause now you're flying.

I don't think I can take it.
I wonder if I can just leave.
I don't think I can make it.
I just hope that you believe.

Flying with your arms spread wide.
Flying and floating with disarming eyes.
Covering the disgust I need to hide.
And it works, no one knows my lies.

I don't think I can take it.
I wonder if I can just leave.
I don't think I can make it.
I just hope that you believe.

Staring tensely I'm so ill at ease.
Staring and hating so no one can see.
Popping it out of the VCR, asking if I can leave.
I've always hated these stupid home movies.
Wondering silently if this could really be.
That fucking idiot on the screen, he used to be me.

A/N: So you know Oct - 9 - 1991 was the day of my third birthday. This song is fictional but this is how I'd feel if I had to look back on myself.