Just a guy. That one person who's just sort of... out of place. Like he doesn't belong. Something's horribly wrong with him, and either everyone knows or no one knows. The one guy that nobody seems to care about. The one guy, standing alone at night. Abandoned. Forgotten. Tossed away. The one guy who's always there, whether it's out on the street, sitting alone in the park, or in the corner of your eye as you're about to fall asleep. You blink and you miss him. Forget him. Shrug him off, like it was just a figment of your imagination. Like I'm a figment of your imagination. Trust me, I'm real. I'm there. But I wont hurt you. I just want to be loved. To be cared about. Even if it means tearing apart everything I've ever known. Abandoning them like they did to me. I'm there. I always am. I just want people to be there for me. Just a guy. Just me. Only me.