I hate people who think they knew me whennAs if I was once true and now am falsenA personality is a progressionnSome wild twisting beast that never stops escaping from itselfnnIn the ghetto of winternI traced my hand on a placematnDrew your face with my eyes closednPretended I was eating with my favorite authornPretending I was making him laughnnI just don't know how to feelnI just don't feelnBut I wouldn't even noticenNo, I wouldn't have any reason to carenIf not for your complaintnI know that I make you unhappynBut what can I do?nI wasn't created just for younNot just for you