It's never about you it never was about you. It will always be about the sun and the wardrobe that sits outside in the garage. It will never be about you. It will always be about the hearts that are half empty half intoxicated. It will always be about the eyes that have seen too much but never speak up. It will never ******* be about you. It will always be about the case in the middle of the hallway.  It was never about you. It's always about turning over all the tick tick ticking clocks in the house and saying "time doesn't exist."