Sometimes things that are fun are not fun for me
Sometimes I cannot live with reality
And you make me sick, but at least we agree
That everybody’s never gonna be a thing like me
I’d roll down the stairs if you weren’t around
It looks like it’d be fun to let it all out
And maybe I’d bruise, but at least we agree
That everybody’s never gonna be a thing like me
Don’t think too much about it
I’ve been a little far
Don’t be overdramatic
I scream to make them see me in the dark
Don’t think too much about it
I’ve been a little far
Don’t think that I don’t get it
Maybe I play too many parts, but
I’ve been here a while, and I’ve confirmed
This place is too big for such a small world
And maybe I’m wrong, but at least we agree
That everybody’s never gonna be a thing like me
Don’t think too much about it
I’ve been a little far
Don’t be overdramatic
I scream to make them see me in the dark
Don’t think too much about it
I’ve been a little far
Don’t think that I don’t get it
Maybe I play too many parts
Don’t think too much about it
And don’t look inside my head
They told us, “Don’t be basic”
They meant be relatable instead
Don’t think too much about it
I know their words by heart
Different place, different face, yeah
Maybe I play too many parts
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