I know nothing of joy, especially the joy that you feel.
You misunderstand my silence
And ignore all my attempts at conversation . . .
I complain too much without saying enough.

I look over into myself . . .
The paranoia of living has not left me.
All the idle time I spend extends . . .
Alone in a quite room.

Even I worry about my disposition,
Alcohol unlocks a more social counterpart.
The counterpoint to why you really don't like me,
One can feel the difference between tolerance and acceptance.

Stereotypically I don't fit in
And the activities required for membership
Read like character development instead of natural reaction to stimuli.

Stereotypically I don't fit it
And the activities required for membership
Frustrate and surprise the masses
Instead of lowering the barriers that seperate . . .

Even I worry about my disposition,
Alcohol unlocks a more social counterpart.
The counterpoint to why you really don't like me,
One can feel the difference between
Tolerance and acceptance.