I Can’t Be The Only One

When that song starts to play, I feel icky
The confidence in the lyrics and the cockiness of the sound
I feel threatened
Liking yourself is such a downer
When a soul is plagued with drought, I’m at home
I can’t help it
Mommy helped build a wall
I push a brick and see something scary, happiness
As years go by, more bricks go missing and the music becomes clear to me
Sticking my arm out, I feel the vibrations
Like synthetic heartbeats
I want to be this music
I want out