I wonder about a lot of things.
Things that usually don't concern me.

I feel for things that don't exist.
I am hurt by no one I know.
You try to understand but not by much.

I want to build a time machine.
I would like to undo what has been done.

Something in the way

Would you sympathize or shun me?
Could I get your approval?

I don't care if your hurt.
You asked and I told.
What was I suppose to say?

I distract myself with books and a gun.
I try to do my best but it lacks.

Something in the way.

What was it they said?
What was it that they felt?

I really don't belong here.
I want to go back and save them.
I need to show them my love.

Could I pull it off?
Would they listen and burn their plans?

Something in the way.

I sit and think about different things.
I observe those who will follow.

You stare off in blindness.
Time doesn't matter,does it?
The hurt is the same all around.

They were dubbed creeps and weirdos.
To others heroes and villains.

Something in the way.

To me they are my personal affliction.
Eric and Dylan won't leave alone.

Edward causes me to lose my mind.
I think and sit and think and walk.
You stand and watch and sit and follow.

I need to know their last thoughts.
I want to know them.

Something in the way.

I have to figure out why.
I have to go back

Underneath the face there is one
Behind the eyes there is two.
In front of us is no one.

I want to believe I could do it.
I remind myself where I am.

Something in the way...