Privately Owned Spiral Galaxy Crywank

[Verse 1]
Thought cycle gusty a mind filled with hot air
Must I care for nothing more than myself?
Do I dare admit the fraught thoughts cavorting, resorting in inner-directed mourning, for the part of me that was selfless but left without a warning
Well that’s what I said, but maybe it’s the fact that I detest, this obsession with myself that leaves a mess inside my head
Oh shit, I’m doing it again, repelling any potential friend, revealing my innate ability to never fully comprehend, anything bigger than myself, but in the end I still pretend
Condescending anyone polite enough to choose to misspend their time watching me as I achieve, my secret social mission;
To drain people with my boring stories and opinions
To see the bigger picture; takes intelligence and wisdom
But I won’t see nothing but just myself in my vision

[Interlude]

[Verse 2]
I go outside, a blitz of faces unwilling to confess to any empathy, endlessly, incessantly declining any pleasantries
Heavily breathing, socially teething, I’m open like a vivisection
Intense tendency to dwell, seething over missed connections. Infected by my perceptions that I’m a non-entity
Project my insecurity until intensity is weaponry
Grieving a heavenly fiction I perceived while I was dreaming. Awake!
Freezing, wheezing, fundamentally I’m still believing that
This is an elegy for concepts I conceived in deep sleep
And I helplessly watch them fade while I awake--I try and keep them alive
Incomparable with life but eventually they die
And the brain I used to cultivate reveals my lovers were a lie

[Interlude]