I listen in on conversations going on around me
I pay no attention to what is being said to me
None of my clothes seem to fit me any more
This place just doesn't feel right
What is tragic?
Do you even know what a tragedy is?
How did I become a part of this?
Why did I ever want to be a part of this?
I'm smoking every hour now
Just so I can be in this darkness by myself
I can think about this world
I hear every word you're saying but it's not making sense
And you're not hearing me
Something has to be done
When I feel physically sick
Just thinking about it
Just wondering how it came to be
I can read all about it
But still it means nothing to me
