Constellations Of The Mind

We Want To Be Special.

We want to be special.

We want to be remembered.

We want to be loved widely and by all.

We want selfish things, and we selfishly admit it to be so.

We may be special.

We may be remembered.

We may be loved widely and by all,

But what will those things add up to in the end?

Haha.

Nothing.

Yet, still,

We want to be special.

We want to be remembered.

We want to be loved widely and by all.

We drive ourselves mad because of it.

We go insane because of it.

We get angry because of it.

We kill because of it.

We steal because of it.

We lie because of it.

We cry because of it.

We die without it.

Why?

Well, that's an easy one:

We want to be special.

We want to be remembered.

We want to be loved widely and by all.

We want, we want, we want.

We die, we die, we die.

It doesn't matter, didn't matter, will never matter.

We don't care, we don't care, we don't care.

We still want, we still want, we still want.

So, do you think I'm special?

Will you remember me?

Do you love me?

No, no, no?

Yes, yes, yes?

It doesn't matter, didn't matter, will never matter in the end.

Oh well, oh well, oh well.