Isolation and othering
The most diminishing kind of treatment
Your sense of belonging slips like sand through the fingers
Abnormally aware of your state of mind
A mind you are closer than ever to lose the grip of
Watch yourself slip, and fall, and refuse to get back up
Have you even loved anything?
Do you know how to kill the human psyche?
Well, I found that I am everything you hate
And something's speaking through the gaps between the weights
So let me pick apart the sounds of my mistakes
Just like I ought to
What do you call it when you're slamming on the brakes?
And you remind me that I'm just your empty space (guilt)
And call it off for every reason in your brain
And I won't stop you
What do they want from you?
What do they know?
What did it cost for you
To let me show?
What do they want from you? (I guess I've always been the pensive type)
(And I guess I'm still prone to compartmentalise) what do they know?
(But doesn't it feel low, or do we just speak your mind?) What did it cost for you
(You say I'll always be less than all the other guys) to let me show?
It's hard to disguise the shame