Infested with headless emotions,
heart on my sleeve; reckless devotion
breathless; an ocean;
I'm infectiously broken
yet still I'm here hopin that I'm the one chosen...
Lying alone again in my home, focused
on the fact that I'll never be wanted, its hopeless!
The closest I'll ever get is being looked at a moment
as passers-by glance at me only to leave me unnoticed.
I sleep to dream but always awaken to nightmares,
I'm quite scared that I'll never have somebody that might care!
"I mean I'm right there!" I say as I look into my reflection
"is it my complexion that's stopping me from receiving affection?
I wish I could make the corrections to stop the rejection!"
The tension is building but still, I couldn't hurt a fly!
So I retreat back to my shell as I ask myself "why?"
I start to wonder if I've been living a lie,
a hermit that demands to be alone to just cry...
Infested with helpless emotions,
heart on my sleeve; selfish devotion
breathless; an ocean;
I'm infectiously broken
now I'm just hoping I'm not the one chosen...
Self pity and hatred mated and created my greatness,
a crab in a pet store; a broken shell that I painted.
My opinion of the world jaded from the people that hated,
So I come out of my shell and look at myself; naked.
Behind all the ugliness, I felt disgraced; on a shelf
Yet now I sit with a smile and embrace myself.
I'm the best looking mutant that I've ever seen
So I surround myself with luxuries and constantly preen.
I soothe my soul dreaming of my life as a nightmare
and remember I can escape this plight; if I dare.
I don't have to be the hermit in his shell not talking for days,
if I just imagine that I'm able to simply, walk away.
Apathy at it's finest; when I once was only scared,
All I have to do, is pretend I never cared.
Infested with restless emotions,
heart on my sleeve; precious devotion
breathless; an ocean;
Infectiously broken
I'm the only one that could ever be chosen
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