I feel like I should just start hypervenalating right there.
I don't know how to respond.
Should I let the tight tears just run down my cheeks unstoppingly.
I'm in the middle of confusion.
My stupid teenage years.
Of every memory I've had...
Never like this has happened.
Never this confused.
But as a teenager you're all like actually caring about what you look like, who likes who, the latest couples and all this other crap.
Well looks like my worrying of caring about that stuff is over for  the rest of my life, because my life will be full of confusion and nothing else.

While all confusion lays on my hands.
I walk into the dimming light.
the killing, murderous light of love.
It's so strong.
Am I walking the right path?
Did I take the right turn?
Did I turn into the wrong corridor?
There were millions.
For a Melody like me.
I took the right path.
The right map.
The right direction.
The right corridor.
There is no doubt.
Though I'm not perfect.
So something has to be an obstacle then.
And so I have my too tall of a hurdle to try to jump over.
My millions of corridors I could've taken I took the right one.
And ended up with the millionth corridor of confusion.
But I took the right path.
I know it.
And so I'm sitting here writing this.
If I hadn't of taken my millionth path.
I would have never been sitting here writing my feelings out.
All of my millionth path of confusion too you.
My millionth path was my right path.
What is your millionth path?
Does life ever get you thinking,
that you're not you but you're someone else?
Exactly. I'm not Melanie. I'm Melody.
And you can't be me.
Because I'm one of a kind.
And so are you.
So take your millionth path.
And make it different.