i'm sorry for being me.
i promise it'll never happen again.
but sometimes when i'm alone
i am my only friend
i know you want me to be social
but i'll say it once again
my mirror understands me
and she'll leave if i give in.
your backing me into a corner here
can you back up a bit?
i need to breath my own air
and marijuana is not it
and if that is being normal i don't wanna fit in