They say I won't live as long,
Because I can't connect.
Maybe they're killing me now,
these feelings I can't dissect.
Maybe it is true,
But I would much rather live a short life,
Than a long one with you.
People tell me I think too much.
It must be relative,
Because it seems obvious to me,
That they don't think enough.
I'll live in solitude,
Or something near it,
Living a happier life,
Than you would see fit.