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I'll never understand anyone. Leave me to my own devices, and I'm sure they'll rise up and kill me. Some nights I wish everyone would forget my name, and start calling me something else...maybe Jack or Jose, but I wouldn't be Ian anymore. I'd be long forgotten, and I'm sure everyone would like me better. Maybe I wouldn't be the resident joy-killer. What's going to put that last nail in the coffin? Fuck metaphors. I'll quote myself here "I can't fuckin' tell what an apple tastes like by talking about it". Maybe i take life too seriously, or maybe I'm just smarter than everyone. If the latter, then open those pearly gates and let me in, cause I'll fuckin' take over. I'll shave god's beard and build my own wings.
dead is the new alive, but I don't want to be dead. I just want to be somewhere where everyone is who I want them to be. I'll call it Selfish Island, and all the beer will be named after me. Time will stop and start at my convenience. Want some time to do whatever? click, you got it. There won't be any decisions to make.
I'm a fucking scumbag. I'll only get more fucked up. That's who I am. I'll never be socially acceptable as a fun nor interesting person. I'll probably always be the wallflower, but who'll be my watering bucket?
dead is the new alive, but I don't want to be dead. I just want to be somewhere where everyone is who I want them to be. I'll call it Selfish Island, and all the beer will be named after me. Time will stop and start at my convenience. Want some time to do whatever? click, you got it. There won't be any decisions to make.
I'm a fucking scumbag. I'll only get more fucked up. That's who I am. I'll never be socially acceptable as a fun nor interesting person. I'll probably always be the wallflower, but who'll be my watering bucket?