You see that I am silly, and pretentious, and a freak.

But I don't feel too strange for you, don't know exactly what you do.

I think when I disappear, you try to understand the reasons why.

And I prefer this mystery, it cancels out my misery And gives me hope that there could be a person that loves me.

You may be me, it's hard for me ولا know what to know.

If you are not a fascist, can't play you like a toy, and when I need to dominate, you're not my little boy.

You see that I am hungry for a life of understanding, and you forgive my angry little heart when she's demanding.

You bring me to my knees while I'm scratching out the eyes of a world I want to conquer and deliver.