Oh dear we're droplets in the rain
and we were never meant at all.

I admire a heart that's not my own
I dont understand humanity
all is motive, all is pointless human endevour towards fleeting popularity.

Only sky above us
empty searching vessels that we are

i've been taught too much
and to much has torn my organs out.

when i go out, i'm not coming back
i'm becomming more disillusioned with the silence of the world and the way i try to be something when there is really nothing
nothing except the beauty of the world and the shallowness of personality and its simple efforts

we are not meant for this plain
you and i,

no dear, we're not meant at all.