A being on Earth but not really the same
Can't talk to others like the others do
Feel separate from the world, and it doesnt matter
Talking to me i know myself better.


She walked along the empty streets
Streets empty, filled with voids
Around the corner she turns and meets
The ghost from the polaroids
It says to her to turn around and go back that way to the town
Live with the people like you should
If you try you know you could

but i hate them. I hate them.

wish they'd all go away.
Or if only i could instead.