Funny are the people driving by
Who aren't stopping to say "hi"
Nevermind, I think it'd be more "Goodbye"
They should apologize for not taking the time
To make sure a stranger is feeling alright
I'm standing on a cliff, good god, I'm not alright
I feel it's time I lunge into the sea
Because this decision could only be made by me
I'm Slow-Dancing Silently
With a girl who's about to own my soul
He kiss will start her owning me
Her kiss is pushing me to stroll
Downward, falling, through an aisle,
Where thoughts of loved ones haunt my smile
And has exiled me into a sociopathic tendencies
They tried their best, gave it all, and went the extra mile
To harass me, hate me, and make me feel juvenile
This is my story, this is a trial that will inevitably become a mistrial
Because there's nothing you can do to make my demons reconcile