I think my innocence was lost in the womb
when my body was forming
and I learned that I would be a
and ever since then I just keep going and going
and knowing that
I don't know a goddamn thing
I don't know what I'm looking for
I'm not cut out for society
sometimes I wonder
if anyone is truly happy
other times I cry
because I worry they will never be
and other times I run the water
in the sink
look into the mirror
"Who are you, staring back at me?"
oh self, it's love and hate with us
and no one else gets our relationship
I wish we had a third party by which to judge our sanity
speaking of which, who is "we" ?
I'm only me,
I'm only me.