You think that's original, like i haven't heard that. Slithering over my skin an that's what you say? I'm too sad to hang out with? I'm too vulgar to vibe with? We can't see each other? Everyone's the same in the end. We all have our own problems. So why is it that i can solve yours in a snap, but when i show you mine. You run. Run. Run. And never plan to see me again. Lovely isn't it? You're scared of what you don't understand?
I was scared most of my life, hey, i was scared of you. But i kept my composure, why can't you?