I’m here living, barely breathing, watching
I see all of their phony handshakes and smiles, but am I not phony too?
Am I not like them?
I’m surrounded by people I’ve been trying to escape my whole life

I am the black sheep, but I can’t escape the growing cluster of white
The rules restrict me and confine me to a box
I need guidance
I am like the caged bird looking for my place which I have yet to find

What does it all mean?
Life
Each time the sky is consumed in a cloud of purple and orange
Is another day that I go without a purpose

On my journey to nowhere my hat is the friend that won’t leave me
It’s red fur-lined flaps shield my ears from the evil sounds though my language is still foul
The peak grazing the nape of my neck reminds me that I’m proud to be a rebel
I’m proud to be a conniving, twisted, sonovabitch

I’m twisted
I’m lost and lonely
I feel the need to protect others because others neglected to protect me
I’m not Holden, I’m not Caulfield
I’m a people hunter