Enigma

I understand everyone
Or at least I know how they think
But you are different
I can't follow your thoughts
They're a strange mix of ration and emotion, that I can't figure out
They seem so irrational
You change your mind even before you made it up
You tell a story before it happened
You feel self-pity for being the center of your own universe
It doesn't make sense
It doesn't matter
Because it all has to be about your opinion
The way you look at it is right even if it changes, even if you change
So you never do