Another day, another lesson

Too bad I didn't walk in

I don't need the stares

I don't need the projections

Everyone has friends, or everyone is ok with themselves

Maybe that's not true, but it feels like that over and over

Of course, what I do I know when I don't look past the cover

I once saw a video of a song

No performers, but just projections on blank styrofoam heads

Maybe that's what they are

and my mind is the projector