Sometimes, I feel discriminated against, but it does not make me angry. It merely astonishes me. How can anybody deny themselves the pleasure of my company? It’s beyond me.

And I wonder: is he different? Is he different?
Has he changed what he’s about?
Or is he just a liar with nothing to lie about?

Even the best fall down sometimes, even the wrong words seem to rhyme.. out of the doubt that fills my mind, i somehow find: you and i collide.