I'm twenty-three
And Blink was right
Nobody likes me
The problems that I've seen
Have taken a toll
And broken the machine
I would never think
Everything is as it seems
And do you think
I'm this big in my dreams
And no one knows
How it always goes
Except for me
I see everything
They treat you like garbage
Why do you maintain
This mirage?
You are a glutton
For punishment
From your men
Manipulate the situation
Commit your selfish suffocation
She'll have no choice
But to see things your way
There's no escape