I scream but monsters think I'm laughing.
I try to explain but comedians think I'm cracking jokes.
I express but drivers think I wanna go for a ride.
I get confused and psychos think I'm insane.
I say I'm damaged and doctors tell me to medicate.
I become numb and zombies say I'm dead.
Is it because I'm a star with a dull glow?
But lucidity is clear,
And no one really has to come near.
Yet you dissected me,
Only to see my perceived flaws.
Maybe it's the defect of your love.
Now my world is glitchy.
All I do is analyze every detail,
Thinking about what he said and what he did.
I aint going back no more.
Well obviously, how can I go back when it's a no-go??
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