| Is the world strange, or am I strange?
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| Is the world strange, or am I?
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| Is the world mean, or am I mean?
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| Guess I won’t know 'til I die
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| Everyone I know, I don’t wanna see you anymore
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| I don’t even know what I know you for, all I know is that you made me feel
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| abnormal
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| And mostly always, all day, as kids when we played
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| I still felt like I had to try to be okay with you
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| And truly, I wanted you to like me
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| Not spite me without explanation unrightly
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| But even as a kid, my heart’s what I hid
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| 'Cause something about it and this planet don’t fit
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| I could never build relationships the way you did
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| So you were only friends with what I pretended
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| Every day, every minute, and now I’m stuck so far in it
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| This game will mean death for me if I don’t win it
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| I’m a coward, a deserter, an anonymous flirter
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| I had me a woman, but my bullshit just hurt her
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| Very much the same, when I was at school
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| Felt like I was from a junk gene pool
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| Created to be confused, should never have to choose
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| Between what I am, and what the world understands
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| But if I never did, I would be more isolated
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| But sure I’d be hated, so it’s way better if I fake it
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| Fake me, fake these words
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| I’m sick of polishing this turd
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| For this proud little planet, that can’t understand it
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| But really, it’s clearly my fucked mind that’s had it
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| I tried, don’t know why, but myself was no help
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| People saw shit inside me; |
| it’s clear that they felt
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| It wasn’t their job to comprehend, so I began learning them
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| To spare them the expense, I began my descent to the future
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| Time here’s not like when you’re 8
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| It’s real, like mistakes I just realized I made
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| Like thinking people are worth having to suffer
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| Painting over yourself in their favourite colour
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| Or maybe I’m just a clock with no real face
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| Who tried to tick-tock but could not find a pace…
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| Is the world dead, or am I dead?
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| Is the world dead, or am I?
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| Is the world fucked, or am I fucked?
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| Guess I won’t know 'til I die
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| And I wished you would be harsh to me
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| And explain to my face every fault you could see
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| Instead you were silent, yes, you let me be
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| To continue the search for what mask you could treat
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| Like a motherfucking normal human being
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| Other kids in your club didn’t have masks to bring
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| They didn’t act different, and that was sufficient
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| For them to receive all your trust that I didn’t
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| That’s why I can’t care now about you lot
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| 'Cause from the beginning you never said 'get lost'
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| You never said 'Fuck off, cuz, take that brave mask off
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| We as a world have decided you’re just not
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| What we’re looking for in a long time acquaintance
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| We don’t like hearing your emotionless statements'
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| And your 'I can’t play ball with the world' conversations
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| Kill yourself now, so in the future we’re free from your songs about fucked up
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| personality"
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| I always prayed that you would punch me in the face
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| And shout 'You are a waste of space, get out, my family say you can’t come
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| 'round'
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| Wanted everyone more than they ever wanted me
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| I worked for them, worked for their company
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| 'Cause it wasn’t really me they befriended, extended friendly courtesy
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| It was whatever mask that I wore that applied to their sort
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| That applied to them so much they’d answer the door
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| When I knocked after school with my trusty skateboard
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| And I’m paying for it now, I’m a rain filled cloud
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| That can’t drop the huge storm it allowed
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| To build up inside it, no, not a single drip
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| I can never get rid of what makes me a dick
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| I’d say sorry, but it’s not my fault I exist
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| So just kiss my ass, people
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| I’m glad you won’t miss me when I’m gone
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| I don’t want to be in your history
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| It’s just best to forget me
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| Even if you liked me you still never met me… |