Yes, I am antisocial
sitting here in this room watching your actions, the words that escape your lips, the anger building up in your fist
sounds of disagreement have became pleasure to my ears
We don't see eye to eye I know this
now for a person who doesn't talk much ,
I observe quite a bit
the soured heartbreak , the pleasant eulogy of someone you once loved , wishes that were once bright have been rather naive
Some people say I'm an Antisocial Pessimist
I guess they don't realize that I just don't mess with this
I'm not trying to be rude,
but my persistence to being alone no longer is a requirement of man
I don't speak much , yes I know
My eyes say more then my mouth ever will
I could be dying inside and crying my eyes out but I'll still somehow manage a smile
Antisocial people aren't crazy or weird , we're just observing you.
We're trying to figure out if we're your enemy , prey or beloved friend
nowadays there's a very thin line between the three.
Choose wisely , my dear.
