I was running on fumes
I was picking up steam
I was telling you all the things I'd seen
I was putting on airs
I was stuck in my hell
I was a shell of my good self
But if I was a loner, I wouldn't tell a soul
If I was truly a loner, I'd never leave this hole
I was ready to go, I was ready to stay
My mind split in two that day
I could hate everyone like lately I had done
Or I could tear down all the shades
Now I know I'm not a loner, 'cause it feels so warm and bright
To be alive in the age of recompense and social renaissance
Now I know I'm not a loner
I've got a price on my soul
Just recently, it was worthless
I was bought and I was sold
I was bought and I was sold
This is all a dream
It's happening too fast
It's falling into place, this can't last
But what if it does? And what if I'm cured?
What if the diagnosis was ignored?