This is me Hiding in the corner with a book lost in someone else's imagination
I wish I could tell you that it goes away, that it gets better, that you'll get over it.
I could have pretended to be something like all of them, I could have played a game and fit in with those around me and I knew if I did I would never really be me
we can see the galaxy, we're watching the spin of infinite depths of time and light, in our little remote spot
when we were kids we would play and laugh and it never mattered if we got hurt because we were going to live forever
I don't know you, and I don't know how you have chosen, and with all due respect, I don't give a damn what you choose.