Cry-baby (with Skyra)

Excuse my sanity.
I lack the parts to portray “he” or “man” to be
labelled as such, not much of a “key” to humanity.

No metal seems to be a fan of me.
Allegedly I created aura’s for them to be mad
and sickened, partially wicked, characteristically chickened out of glee.

Can I just say I’d like to leave?
No? Oh well, on my way to lies and deceit.

Can I just say I’d like to believe?
I can? Well damn, let’s pretend I’m suddenly
saint again.

If my life takes time out of yours for you to go
ahead and say I shouldn’t live the way I do…
Then why is it that my life seems to be more
important to anyone than I think it should be to
you?

Boo-hoo.