You Are Pushing Me Into the Arms of Being by Myself

I hate the fucking world for
putting me in a box,
and you too.
It's all a goddamn conspiracy
conspiring against me.

I like living my own goddamn life,
without the damned presses
telling me
about the people
that I don't give a god damn about.

I read it in line at the grocery store and fuck,
why should I give a shit,
because you tell me to?
“Breaking news.”

I like it here all by myself,
where you can't fucking touch me.
I like to be all by my damn self,
you judge me for that too.

Because a person has to enjoy others company
and can't enjoy their own,
because if you don't surround yourself in people
kid, there's got to be something wrong with you.

No, you're all fucking wrong.
You wonder why I like to be alone to begin with?
It's that god damn attitude that gets me here,
you are pushing me into the arms of being by myself
because I'd rather deal with my own damn problems
then the one's you drop in my lap.

Live your own damn life
and leave mine the hell alone.