Hmm...
I told some people I might go away, they said that'd make them sad.
Usually I feel like I don't leave a mark on anything that I do or anywhere I go... but it always seems that there's people that think I'm interesting or something. Why they get that feeling, I don't know... I usually feel like I am always sitting around, taking up space, being boring, then someone tells me how I seem to affect everything... I don't get it.
I've been called a role model.
I've been called a man of God.
I've been called a shithead, a douchebag, a jerk.
I've been called a friend.
I've been called worthless.
I'm just a boy.
I'm just that guy that everyone says they know, but don't know well.
Nowhere man, don't worry.
Take your time, don't hurry.
Doesn't have a point of view,
Knows not where he's going to.
Isn't he a bit like you and me?
To tell the truth, it wouldn't bother me much if nobody cared, which is pretty much why I act the way I do these days... seems not much matters either way, people are gonna give a damn whether I like it or not, though. Why people continue to care, isn't beyond me, I just don't see the point. It's not like I have been giving much reason for it.
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I sat at the bay today.
I sat on the concrete ledge over the water, and looked out across it.
I thought about what makes me different from the minnows that were swimming below.
They can drink saltwater, and not die from saline overload and resultant dehydration.
Then again, they'll never know what a pizza tastes like.
They'll never chuckle quietly to themselves as their roommate mutters obscenities in his sleep.
They'll never wonder about why the other minnows swim in the school with them.
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I'll respect your right to anonymity, but until you can muster the courage to come forth as otherwise, I'll choose to leave you to that anonymity. A person can make a mistake without doing anything wrong.
Leaving something to me is a great way to never get what you want.
I don't know what you want now after all this time has passed.
I don't think I ever knew what you were really after.
It's happened before. I turned my back and walked away... again.
I'm not reaching out.
I'm fading out.
If there are things you want, things you want to know... don't wait until it is ultimately too late.
It's times like these, you learn to live again.
Usually I feel like I don't leave a mark on anything that I do or anywhere I go... but it always seems that there's people that think I'm interesting or something. Why they get that feeling, I don't know... I usually feel like I am always sitting around, taking up space, being boring, then someone tells me how I seem to affect everything... I don't get it.
I've been called a role model.
I've been called a man of God.
I've been called a shithead, a douchebag, a jerk.
I've been called a friend.
I've been called worthless.
I'm just a boy.
I'm just that guy that everyone says they know, but don't know well.
Nowhere man, don't worry.
Take your time, don't hurry.
Doesn't have a point of view,
Knows not where he's going to.
Isn't he a bit like you and me?
To tell the truth, it wouldn't bother me much if nobody cared, which is pretty much why I act the way I do these days... seems not much matters either way, people are gonna give a damn whether I like it or not, though. Why people continue to care, isn't beyond me, I just don't see the point. It's not like I have been giving much reason for it.
-
I sat at the bay today.
I sat on the concrete ledge over the water, and looked out across it.
I thought about what makes me different from the minnows that were swimming below.
They can drink saltwater, and not die from saline overload and resultant dehydration.
Then again, they'll never know what a pizza tastes like.
They'll never chuckle quietly to themselves as their roommate mutters obscenities in his sleep.
They'll never wonder about why the other minnows swim in the school with them.
-
I'll respect your right to anonymity, but until you can muster the courage to come forth as otherwise, I'll choose to leave you to that anonymity. A person can make a mistake without doing anything wrong.
Leaving something to me is a great way to never get what you want.
I don't know what you want now after all this time has passed.
I don't think I ever knew what you were really after.
It's happened before. I turned my back and walked away... again.
I'm not reaching out.
I'm fading out.
If there are things you want, things you want to know... don't wait until it is ultimately too late.
It's times like these, you learn to live again.