I was wrong.
Drifting, helpless, I can't help but
Open my eyes to the truth.
Nothing more than a space, a hole,
Treasuring this moment is pointless.
Being happy is society's necessity,
Everybody achieves it through believing themselves perfect
Lest they be not good enough.
Over and over they will change themselves,
Not knowing that they are simply different,
Growing into a person they're not.
Hell, I refused to change, and look what happened.
Everybody fears me, or hates me, knowing I know
Right from wrong, and me from you, so I will never,