If I tell you whats wrong, you're gonna think Im crazy. If I tell you how I feel, you're gonna try and give me medication. If I tell you what I think, you're gonna think Im wierd. Well, Im starting to realize that I will be me and I dont give a spinning fuck what you think.
And Im not fucking crazy... Im just fucking misunderstood. And I guess thats my fault too, huh?
By the way, sorry for cursing.