Do you want to know what drives me to do these things?

You can't blame me, SHE'S PERFECT AND IT DRIVES ME INSANE.

You all make me sick, calling ME the bad one...

When she's only a goodie two-shoes waste of space.

I wish I could feel the things she feels.

Enjoy the things she hears.

But I guess I'll always be the blank slate she was always supposed to be.