From Dusk Till Dawn

Kryptonite

      Look them in their eyes, only hope they don't look away,

Blue eyes, blond hair, big tits, small waist, same face, same type,

   My therapist thinks my ideas are great, I think it's because she gets paid.

Everything I touch, everything I feel, everything I see,

    monsters that roam the depths of your head, 

nicotine until you fall asleep.

     Monsters scheme and feed on the next tasty treat.

I know I don't think too much,

    but I know I might take a good punch.

I'm afraid of everything staying the same, or worsening.

     What's the point of finding calm when calm to me is unsettling?

I need a place alone, where you can't really see much,

     making up minds, like roses and such.

I'll be sitting there,

     not close to them or somewhere nearby.

Not by the guy, who was high on the roof.

    Not by the kids in the little rural towns,

not in a life where you don't have to try,

    to be liked, who to love,

it's all just

    so

dumb.

STORYLINE: It's basically a POV of an outsider observing life, but around them everyone is just the same, not living separate lives, and they want to be alone, to think without having to take drugs or something to let them think.