people are ironic
when you have none, you are lonely
a silent, unforgiving world
but when there are tons...
you are still lonely.
a noisy, unforgiving world
and in the end, no one really loves you
no one really knows you
they just sit there
on their pedestals
more pillars to compare yourself on
because there is strength in numbers
and my god, you really ****
so stay lonely
lonely and happy
because the game of life
is best played solo
because no matter what,
you have always won
so yeah i kinda don't like myself