I understand you people think I'm doing fine and I think I'm doing great and you all people think I just want to disintegrate because I do. I don't see why being mean became a thing or not moving on with it was our only chance because I don't see that in you. I see something that could have been born out of nothing. I see something that could be born from the heavens from the stars from the sky. I see something I can't move on from and everybody tells me to move on. But I can't! I don't know what you see in me that's so important I don't understand why you think the world is a beautiful place. Because all this world wants to do is make me realize that I don't belong in this place. I think the people of this world really don't understand how I feel because they told me to move on but I can't. Because when I look into those eyes I see a disguise that is not me I don't see me. So tell me to move on go for it but I'm too far gone to realize that that's what you're telling me. So move on.