I dunno

A fanciful trip, down a long dark hall
Inside I feel like a stuffed cotton doll
Should I just forget the world, and do what I do?
Or maybe I should care, put the others in lieu
Put others first, thats what the good book says
But why do I feel like they're all peasants, and flies?
Is it my lack of faith in others, I look at them and jeer
So why are my feelings classified so queer?
I dont want to put faith in someone I don't know
Does that mean that I am unable to grow?
You know what? f*ck it, I'm just gonna be me
That is what I want, to be happy and free