Is it a lie that they all would rather have nothing to do with me. Or maybe less of a lie than an illusion. I got so many fears that I don’t know if its reality or paranoia causing this confusion. Somewhere there’s a reason, that I was who they were teasing. They’d rather see me bleed than succeed. Please tell me why they don’t want me. I used to think that I should change. But then I got some spite in my heart. My thoughts rearranged. I need a girl to give my heart to, so she can bring life back to my withered soul, because it seems dead. They wouldn’t let me have my peace, so came the violence, I embraced the solitude, there’s nothing else instead. I look at all these people, and wonder why it is I can’t find a little spot where I don’t have to feel feeble. I need some one to show me love, and replace my loneliness with a plethora of hugs. Ain’t no reason for me to lie. Ain’t no reason for me to cry. Ain’t no reason for me to buy, all these lies that catch my eye.