Been thinking that I might need another human, to pat me on the back and make me feel less purposeless. But it's occurred to me that I might be an alien, 'cause I just can't relate or get along with anyone.
Been hoping that one day I could make a difference, save the life of someone like me when I was a little kid, but I'm not mature enough to make responsible choices, set to self-destroy and I keep it all a secret.
Maybe it's just a side effect from giving it up before I have it, I burn myself out with nothing left trying to be loved, happy, and wanted.
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