You want to know what I am doing here? 
The same reason it’s been for all these 
years. Being made to feel like an outcast in 
my own home. You question me on my own 
affinity, well I ask of you, “who do you think 
you see?” Being made to feel like I’m no 
longer wanted in the place I found for that 
same problem. I don’t owe anyone, I don’t 
owe anything, so stop expecting everything 
from me. You don’t owe me a thing, I’m just 
trying to be, so just stop answering for me. 
I see the contradiction. I see through it’s 
ways. I see through everyone living fast in a 
passing phase. There’s people that changed 
me. There’s songs that saved me from all of 
this. There’s days that defined me. There’s 
nights that gave me strength from all of 
this. So here I am looking past it all reciting.