Hopelessly Inadequate

[Verse 1] I keep wondering if I have a place in this stupid world. Maybe I've grown disenchanted, and loneliness is the norm. I'm particularly not fond of this pervading tedium, This awkwardness I can’t seem to shake off. [Verse 2] Social aspects of life are strange to me—I'll admit. The nuances feel distant, hard to grasp in this reality. I'm not sure I can, nor do I want to, figure them out as I am now. Maybe I'm meant to be alone, but do I even care anymore? [Pre-Chorus] Is this really for me? A little voice in my head. Is this something worth pursuing, When nothing's set in motion? Stagnation of emotion— You might never find anything of worth. So perhaps we should stop trying. [Chorus] I am but an oddball, a weirdo, a stupid freak. Nothing particularly interesting, not even funny—at least that’s what I believe. Hopelessly inadequate, inadequately hopeless. Nice to meet you, interloper. Why don’t you just fuck off, Like everyone else does. Like everything else does. [Verse 3] Alienated from the human experience since my early days, Unfamiliar with the joy and connection you so eagerly defend. I’m nothing more than antisocial—unstable, improper. Wake me up from this abstract dream of idleness, you heartstopper. [Bridge] I feel like I’m drifting away… (Drifting away from me) Slowly being taken by the waves. (The waves shall be my grave) I feel like I’m hungry, I want a whopper. (What the fuck are you talking about?) I might turn into a grasshopper! (Seriously, man, what the fuck is your problem?) [Pre-Chorus Reprise] Was this ever really for me? The little voice returns again. Is there even anything to pursue, When everything remains so still? Drowning in stagnation, Still searching for something of worth. Maybe it's time to stop trying— Or maybe it’s already too late. [Chorus Reprise] I am still an oddball, a weirdo, a stupid freak. Nothing’s changed, still not interesting—still not funny. Hopelessly inadequate, inadequately hopeless. Hello again, interloper. I know you won't stay. So go ahead, fuck off, I was expecting just that... Anyway. [Outro] SCHIZOID, SCHIZOID, MANLIKE BEING, ANTISOCIAL, SENSELESS CREEP. THE ADHD IS KICKING IN— MY PILLS ARE YELLOW, BLUE, AND GREEN. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME? I AM IN PAIN, I AM SUFFERING. MY TEARS TASTE LIKE IRON, AND I CAN ONLY SEE RED. IS THIS THE END FOR ME? OR IS IT JUST STARTING ALL OVER AGAIN?