But my choice is peculiar, that's why I'm always feeling the lone

I'm having a hard time trying to fit into mainstream taste

Repulsion every time I diss that mainstream waste

It's a lame dream race, let's face it, the wealth and the fame

I'm never gonna make it the thought of it brings shame

The bells ring change, it starts to rain as I feel disdain

Droppin' plains of pain, it starts to faint but I'm still the same

And something I still don't understand, I can't comprehend

How the fuck am I supposed to move on without a plan

Now, I'm breaking relationships over petty little things

Seems to me I don't really know myself, I'm having flings

Mingling around with the shit I ain't supposed to mess with

But fuck it, I ain't got anything on me to start with

Story unfolded at 11:56 PM