This whole town is worse than the plague.
I know I shouldn’t be like them but they drive me insane.
I don’t know what to do because I’m strapped on the floor.
This petty torment turned me into someone worse than what happened before.
So why are they doing the same thing over again?
I’m a product of what I hate and I can’t escape but it doesn’t matter what’s said.
So as I try to find the pieces of my fragmented being, I’ll hope that it’s truth that people start conceiving.
Because this nonsense has no logic or any common ground, I’ve lived my life through a losing battle and I still can’t get used to the sound.