They think they know you, let them. Another pawn in their little game you move as they move. A puppet almost. Keep quiet and they won't know. They find out, and your gone. Banished out of their perfect world where nobody cries acid tears. Nobody ever takes their own life, why would they? Silly people with their silly imaginations, as if anything is ever perfect. Why do they smile? What is there to be happy about? Nothing. But maybe its just you, mum always did say you were odd. You always were the outcast, the strange girl in the crowd. Maybe one day you will find your way darling, maybe.