It's safe to say this world is selfish, so selfish it's almost suffocating,
you could hold your palms out and their eyes shall scatter, whether only
five or five million miles away. This world is so selfish it dare not let you
breathe in peace it would prefer your pants before you pass out but even then
this world is selfish in regards of your eyes they haunt you awake and they haunt
you at night. This world is so suffocating it's almost distorting to the eyes, the way they
hold you by the fingers inside, ripping apart every sacred element of your heart. They'll find
a way to destroy your soul, cookie cutter you into another pointless hobby another pointless day.
This world is interesting, my intellect is breeding begging for more, but the more we explore
the more desperate we become and morals begin to beat our faces in one by one, it *****
because we know this world is selfish. We want to have friends, we want to be friendly.
Popularity and sexuality, it all becomes a torn piece of paper an explosive to the brain.
Take your pictures, pucker your lips as your best friend ***** the man of your
distant pathetic and utter desires, it's almost as if you built this façade but
you can hold your mask up and pretend to be human after all! Isn't that what we always do?
Ha Ha! Laughter it fills up your soul before you remember there was nothing to hold,
how can you live, you ask me this question, but how do you live in this illusion!
Pathetically! How do I live? How do you? I analyse your movements, you
can't even move? Are you the rabbit or Alice? Oblivious or knowing?
Are you sick? Are you well? In this world how can we tell...
We live in a selfish world after all, how can we tell?
Those remembered are those most hated.
This isn't a world, where I want to be.
I would say I'd rather live in my...
distorted and lucid emotional-
WRECK! I HATE HIS FACE.
You know his face, touch it...
After all...

It'll be the last thing I feel before I tell this world to **** it.