So uh, I'm good at nothing huh
I managed to acquire my musical tastes in a way that I can't really connect with anybody
I don't know the fundamental pop/rock songs that everyone knows. I don't know the fundamental metal songs that metalheads know.
At a karaoke it's either other people singing or me with few exceptions
I thought I was cool in my friend group
I thought I was at least fun and sensible
Because I have little interests in common
Because I don't consume the exact same media as them
But I'm annoying.
But my energy and excitement isn't fun
I don't know my place
I don't know when it's my turn to speak, so apparently I'm annoying and focus the conversation on me without knowing
Caught like a deer in the headlights
I'm just an amorphous blob of a human being
I don't read books so I have no idea on what people are saying
I don't watch movies often, nor did I watch the "right" movies when I was a kid
I don't watch long TV series or anime enough
I don't play all the hot videogames. I don't play all the niche videogames
I don't listen to enough new music. I don't pay attention enough to all the music I listen to
I try to be unique
I try to embrace a bit of the "wild side"
Because guess what people on the spectrum tend to be unconventional with appearances apparently
And I always hated my hair short and fell into the stereotype unconsciously
I wear rock pendants
And rock long hair
And my comfy large tees, and getting into short sleeve shirts
And shorts with fun geometric patterns
And I can be happy when I look in the mirror, sometimes
But every recording of my self, in natura, shows my true colors
I'm just buttfuck ugly
I don't know how the fuck do people tolerate my presence oh my god
I was fired from my last two jobs
I don't keep up with all the new tech that keeps popping up
Or learn all the ins and outs of software engineering that I'm magically supposed to know
I learn a lot on the job, and am good at that, but with no job
And who wants to hire an annoying asshole anyways
Unaware of my shortcomings
I don't have a mirror following me at all times
I can't tell when I'm being appropriate or not
It isn't programmed in me
I can't tell when I'm making an angry scary face
Or that weird smile that I apparently do when provoking
Or when I walk weird, thanks mom and dad
But at least you told me not to rock my full body
Now I'm fixed and we never talk about this again
I can't graduate this stupid course
I'm tired of university
I'm no engineer
I forgot all the Calculus I learned in 2015, what did you expect
I can't focus on this shit
And spend my days at work, nights at college, eat sleep repeat
I want to live, and to love, and to love myself
But instead I choose to slave away and kill myself inside
For a degree just so that I can write in a Word document,
"Yeah, I graduated, trust me"
And never think about it again.
I'm not made for this world
This world is not made for me
I'm not made for this world
So what if I play only a few videogames
Oh wait, they are more like a chore than fun
So what if I only listen to music my way
Oh wait, I stopped enjoying music again
I'm just broken huh
The woman I love, can't love
The woman I avoid, likes me
None of the right pairings above
The gun and the bullet are for me.