Average, Average, all my life,
People break promises to me with no difficulty,
Because my hatred doesn't affect them,
Just a Person in the blurred divides,
between suicide and everyday life,
The pale tone of grey,
Just a Loner who people tried to convert,
And force into the herds of follow-the-leader,
Who don't care as long as they have someone to follow,
I have to scream until they are forced to listen,
I think all the likeminded people,
Have already slit their wrists and said goodbye,
I want to join them but lack the bravery,
So I continue screaming until you listen,
People let me down all the time,
Because in their minds I get over things quickly,
They don't know about the lonely nights spent contemplating,
So I sit, a loner in every way,
Tell myself I don't care,
But inside my mind I scream to be heard,
Do You understand?
Are You like me?
Or do You care at all?