Maybe i should turn a blind eye to the things that hurt me.
It seems to be the only way to keep from receiving more hurting.
Surely nobody would ever find the person behind The Fewture worth it.
I should just smile and wave and give blessings to my curses.

I don’t even know who I am anymore. 
I stand at the shore…
unsure of my place in this depressive world.
I keep pace yet still get left behind.
I’m less than the average guy.