It starts when you're young
With the clothes that you wear or the way that you look
On through the years
It's the things that you say and the people you know
Judgments form opinions grow
Nothing stops the alienation
I can only hope when all is said and done
By that time nothing will matter

But I'm dreaming this idea that someday I'll be less neurotic
Hope and fearing that one day I will get better
Latching myself to the preconceived notions of a one way street
So I'm dreaming this idea that someday I'll be less neurotic

So I shuffle along with the dead barren leaves
Crunching loudly beneath my feet
Continue to live in my fantasy world that I made up all for myself
Where I am right and you are wrong
And those around me can do no harm
Absorbed in self consumed in dreams
My stomach is always in knots