Oxy

Keep your hands full Of wasted products Of misery and fools They are among the best of us And keep your hands full Of hope and promise Forget all of those The fake smiles who claimed That they wanted the best And this would be why I don't socialize They'll tell you what's wrong But leave out what's right Then claim that you need To be what they think Be who you want But you can't feel different than me No you can't You can't feel different than me No you can't No you can't And I try to stabilize my mind Twisting and turning over and rewinding to the start To the start, to the start But what good is this If nothing ever comes of it What goods your head If your constantly stuck in it What goods your heart If your always contradicting it What good is it What good is any of it And this would be why I don't socialize They'll tell you what's wrong But leave out what's right Then claim that you need To be what they think Be who you want But you can't feel different than me No you can't You can't feel different than me No you can't No you can't The oxymoronic belief It will never make sense to me It will never make sense to me It will never make sense to me And we all can't be the same That'll never make sense to you That'll never make sense to you That'll never make sense And I can't be what you want Cause I don't want your hauntings Crushing me down And tearing my skin Just so that I would bleed thin And lose the one part that's been free The one part that I proudly call me The one thing that I actually need It'll never make sense to me It'll never make sense to me It'll never make sense to me It'll never make sense to me It'll never make sense to me