Just can't help my thoughts.  I don't want them!  They try to steal my light, so I'll stay with them in the dark.  It's not fun like the park.
They want me to feel that I'm nothing, who's mistaken, you know I'm really Something.  To be honest other's would call me everything.  Kind of crazy For me, some would even give up anything.
I throw my hands up if I'm not what you like in your cup.  Stupid me though running around like I'm some love sick pup.  Hope I figure it out, that's the funniest thing I kind of think I know what's up.
Still, I say in the back of my mind Why?  Oh no but I won't cry, I'll just let out a big sigh, this is why I want to get high.  Really, I just want to curl up in a ball of nothing that I have become and die.