My face? Always paid my rent
I'm no Diva... But go on tell those morons.

I scorned creatures and went with judgment...

Those who chose to be alone
In order of losing the one...

All I had to do was point at someone,
Crawl under their skin and I would score.
Victory!

But it is nothing but losing and grieving.

Between the douchbags and jerks,
I had some whom intelligent and charming.
If this was high school, they'd be popular kid and I am the forbidden fruit.
I could have it all, only point.

But my finger rejects to go high enough
My feelings denies the sense of loneliness
My thoughts gone deaf
My heart declines love, full of disabilities.

I do not know what makes things the way they are...
But if there is no you, there are no others.
If there is no possibility of our love, there won't be any other.

I've scorned those whom are only lonely for their lost ones.
I find myself, scorning my own flesh.

Why does it feel like, anyone but me?