Excuse my blank expression while Iç£Å½ staring at the wall.
The telephone is in my hand and I donç£Ëœ know who to call.
I wish I knew what was wrong with me...
Because this is not me, I know this is not me.
Every thought I have seems to be a question.
Am I just like you or am I one fucked up exception?
Am i just an exception?