All my life I've tried to understand what was right for me, but now I feel like I have no ground under my feet, I speak but no one understands, I feel like I have my own private language, I can't wait to find out someone who understands what I say.
I don't belong here.
I don't belong here.
I don't belong here.
I don't belong here.
I don't belong here.
I don't belong here.
I don't belong here.
I don't belong here.
I don't belong here.
I don't belong here.
I don't belong here.
I don't belong here.
I don't belong here.
Maybe the blue is broken right now. Maybe the blue has always been broken. Maybe life is not for blue. Neither the yellow. The yellows and blues, always so far away from each other.