sick salmon
You hide where I cannot see
Someone that’s a perfect fit for me.
Ones like you see in the movies
Ones like you see on tv
Me and the faces, we don’t get along
Nobody’s told me I’m wrong
Why is it I’m the only one who’s not found where they belong
I tell them stop hiding and they say it won’t be long.
Sometimes I wish I could make a clone
Then I wouldn’t be so alone
The reason they don’t like me is already known
Deep down I’m selfish, that evil thing inside me has grown.