Reasons why...

Who's asking me if I've got reasons?
Well...I do, I have reasons. Don't know if theyre enough, and actually, don't really care.
I accept that I'm an angry person, ok, I am. But there's actually someone to blame. *Those people*. But there's nothing I'm gonna say abput it, gotta swallow it, 'cause then theyre all back at you, on top on you. Besides hypocrites theyre also parasites. There goes another reason.
Appearance. What's that again? Oh yeah, the clothes you wear and the car you drive. Well, I've got something for you....YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE A DRIVERS LICENSE!!! That's reason #3, want more?
Ok I accept it, really have to stop judging, and you know why? 'cause you'll get judged because of it. Right back at ya buddy! Believe me it has happened to me (tahnkyou for giving me another reason).
And you wanna know haow all this feels like?
It feels like playing a broken guitar, surfing without waves or driving a car without gas.
And you know what's worse than that? It will never end. EVER!
That's why I do what I do, I foud its the only way to stay out of it. That's where freedom lies.
Just swallow it, swallow everything. That's how you'll slip to unconsciousness. Peace lies at the bottom of it.
It's beautiful, it actually makes me smile. I feel alone, but better. I feel safe and actually happy.
Don't punish me for doing it, you don't deserve my punishment.
You think I'm crazy, I think it's fine.
You see the lost angel in the city of night, I feel like a lucky little lady in a city of lights.
You'd rather cry, I'd rather fly.

...That's why.