There is no cure. I don't understand, what is it that I feel. Seems so trivial that I'm torn up. What's going on? I don't know, please someone listen, someone be there. No one will be there. God, I feel so selfish, I don't know what to do. All that I look forward to in life has no strings attached. Fucking torn up about my report. I can't get focussed on school-work. I want to get high on weed. I want to escape. I want to find a lifeless doll to hang on to - something which is permanent and won't leave me. I want something which won't ignore me if I left them for a while. I wanna be in dreamland. I love sleep, yet I don't want the prospect of tomorrow. I don't want them to hassle me about my problems, don't want them to tell me what to do with my life. I want to fit in with at least one group of people. This me, the Me which I show everybody - isn't me to an extent. I want to be alone, yet I don't want to be alone. What is the meaning of this selfishness? I used to hideaway and only try to save myself from falling in love, or staying up on the shelf. I was afraid to walk the streets alone, or by your side just waiting up for something that could save my life. If we could light up every street with our cellular phones, then maybe we can save ourselves, or maybe we won't. Well, it doesn't even matter if we got no plan as long as you're holding on to somebody's hand. So sing me a song I know all the words to, and I'll sing along, could you be my saviour?