Seeing that everybody else looks happy
Noticing how inferior you are to them
None of that matters
Be mature about this
Isn’t it a little easier than it was before?
If you learn to go numb
You can live like a plant
It’s not like there’s anything wrong with it
But sometimes I see things that aren’t there
I’m crying and I’m screaming
I’ve been left behind in a cage
In a dream, I’m coming to see you