What are you doing?
So desperate for contact
Affection
Attention

That you do this to yourself

Every stare is deserved
Every person that doesn’t sit next to you dodged a bullet

Oh, what did you expect?
To be welcomed in with open arms
Like a tumour
You pester and fester and deserve to be cut off

So why, oh why?
Do you continue to do this to yourself
For nothing, for anything, for something

What an enviable position you find yourself in
Oh, what an magnificent grave you dug yourself in
Lo, how great the wound you cut into yourself is

Mighty
Mighty
Mighty

It’s cold.
Isn’t it?