He Was Trying To Convince Himself That

My Life Is Not Packaged, Not Tidy. There Are Leftover Strands And Jagged Edges That Cut Even My Friends.

People Told Me To Give Up Trying To Be Special And Settle Down To A Regular Life. There Ain't Nothing Wrong With A Regular Life, And That's The Lord's Truth...but It Wasn't For Me, Because I Wanted To Be Something Special. I Knew How Easy It Was For A Dream To Die. I Seen That All Around Me. You Could Let It Die By Just Looking The Other Way.

I'm Not Out Here Looking For No Garbage Cans To Curl Up In. I'm Looking For The Same Good Dreams Everybody Else Is Hoping For, But I Don't See Where They Are. Or Maybe I See Where They Are, But I Don't See How To Get There.

I Talk To Myself Out Loud At Times, And Feel Embarrassed When People Overhear Me.

They Take Away Your Shoelaces And Your Belt So You Can’t Kill Yourself No Matter How Bad It Is. I Guess Making You Live Is Part Of The Punishment.