I Don't Digest Things With

People Had A Habit Of Looking At Me As If I Were Some Kind Of Mirror Instead Of A Person. They Didn't See Me, They Saw Their Own Lewd Thoughts, Then They White-masked Themselves By Calling Me The Lewd One.

I Don't Digest Things With My Mind.

Maybe I’ll Never Be Able To Do What I Hope To, But At Least I Have Hope.

That's The Way You Feel When You're Beaten Inside. You Don't Feel Angry At Those Who've Beaten You. You Just Feel Ashamed.

I Don't Understand Why People Aren't A Little More Generous With Each Other.