Sometimes I think I was born backwards,
I came out my mother the wrong way.
The clocks reverse constantly
And all I can hear is the ticking;
The continuous ticking that sets my teeth on edge.
I hear words go past me backwards
And everyone expects me to be able to understand
But I can’t make out a single thing
And they’re staring at me,
Expecting everything
But I understand nothing
And I understand everything
And it’s driving me insane
I wanted to talk, to explain
But you wouldn’t listen
And you wouldn’t understand so what’s the use?
What’s the use of trying when in reality none one really cares?
I used to think of the past
And all the happy memories I have locked up in my head
And all the bad memories that roam inside my skull
And then I remember not to get attached to moments.
Good or bad they all pass.
Sometimes I wish I had never been born,
I should have stayed inside my mother,
Never to come out.
Being a human is getting too complicated.
Being a person is getting too complicated.
Being alive is getting too complicated,
I could be dead in a second,
Everything is so fragile
Everything is too fragile.
I want to stop thinking
But it doesn’t work
And the clocks are ticking backwards
And the words are written backwards.
And the people I should love I hate
And the people I hate…
I want to feel something
But I feel nothing.
I wrote this so apologies
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