Ever since I could remember Everything inside of me Just wanted to fit in I was never one for pretenders Everything I tried to be Just wouldn’t settle in If I told you what I was Would you turn your back on me? And if I seem dangerous Would you be scared?
“Loneliness Stefan, that’s why you and I memorialize our dead. There’s the briefest of moments where we hold their life in our hands and then we rip it away and we’re left with nothing. So gathering other peoples letters or writing their names on a wall is a reminder that we are left infinitely and utterly alone”.