I don't know what it is,
But something's missing
Something's missing from me
And I think that's you.
I feel like a defective doll
One that won't operate without being tuned
One that won't laugh
Without unless you put in a battery
I'm like a mute that won't sing
Unless given a tune.
And that tune, and that battery,
And I miss the day we spent basically the whole day together
I miss your presence
& I can't help but feeling
Defective without you.
My life is imperfect.
I have been in quite some trouble lately,
making mistakes that may define me to the outside world
Saying goodbye to my rock collection
embracing a new part of me.
My life has been close to a disaster
I am my own terrorist
Ive been filling these days with incompetence and stale memories
My life has been infected and flawed,
but I am happier than I've ever been
in this defective life.
I am a social defect
others can perceive me differently
I might change
when I don't
they call me strange
Some say I'm mad, sad,
Oh, and wickedly BAD.
But I can't tell
cause I cant control
the way humans