I am not one of you because I cannot find my feet.
I want to stand proud, but I’m too quick to admit defeat.
I want to be just like you; you’re so self-assured,
Thinking about my own life, I can tell you, I just get bored.
I hate my selfish, self-centred ways.
I hate them, but I cannot change them.
That is what I am.
Love is the most important thing in my life,
But I haven’t got a clue.
I’m lost and crying.
Now I’m lying.
I want love and I want to give away love,
And they say love isn’t love til you give it away.
But what I want is more than that. How do you say?
I guess it doesn’t matter how you say it.
I’m bored of being alone.
I hate my empty heart.
I can hate myself more than the world can,
But it’s the world that makes me hate myself.
They ignore me; I hate myself. I wish I’d never spoken.
They laugh at me; I hate myself. That stupid, stupid book.
I find myself on my own; I hate myself.
I brought this on myself.
You are so, so confident. I feel like death.
You have so much to say. I feel like a brick.
I am not one of you because I feel so empty.
I’m sitting in the dark. I feel like nothing.
Rejection hurts me. It makes me hate myself.
I am not one of you, because I cannot find my feet.