It'd be nice to actually belong somewhere.
As it stands now I lie idle waiting for answers.
Things look bright,
But it's only the light of setting moon
And I once again endure true night.

It's darkness . . .
The lone observer in the middle of nothingness.
I become one with it,
I disappear

Too many times I leave my post.
And too many times no one supports
The war raging inside me.
They expect more . . .
They want me to model them but they are not me.

Maybe I am nobody . . .

Sick of being told that I've forgotten myself,
Sick of being set apart cause I'm not like the rest.
Maybe that's why I have no friends . . .
They want a story to begin I want it to end.

Maturity gains no praise . . .
No respect for cultivated minds I guess.
Intellect's not accepted here
So I hide my face inside of my hands . . .
Remove my teeth one by one . . .
The world has shut it's eyes to me,
And there is not relief in sight.

I'm ugly when I open my mouth
And no one appreciates
The beauty deeper inside these strings
It's my evil grin that changes potential kinetic,
The force that stops momentum in it's tracks.