Shouldn't be me.

The layers caked of dolls and darkness
have left me wanting to ignore
what a hypocrite, I've learnt nothing
Please don't let me run no more

I don't care about what happens
to the world or even me
But what the hell was I thinking?
How could I have let this be?

When will I finally realize
When will I finally see
When will it get through my thickheaded skull
that who I am I shouldn't be.


(I get the merits of being treated as at least 25, they take me serious in many a way. However, I don't deserve
any of this as obviously I'm yet unable to handle the difficulties of such an age. Untill I stop running away
for responsibility and the like I should not be treated so well. In that way, I should be a friend for immediate
entertainment, but none should invest any more time for serious matters in me. It's a waste of their precious effort.

Untill then.)