Clip of dialogue from the film American Beauty. (Jane, he's a freak). (Well then so am I). (And we'll always be freaks and we'll never be like other people).
With your eyes. Glazed and half-smiling. Explain to me the details. Of your god-given right. . You point your finger. In my face but. You cant remember what you.
Is this the point where we give up?. Now is this the point where we give in?. Now is this the point where we turn ourselves in?. . Or is this the time to ask questions?.
Gethsemane!. . It was the perfect night. Then you had to go and ruin it with a kiss now. I'm trapped inside here. The innocence we held once so carelessly.
I never claimed to be something more than me. Your standards I refuse to see. I will answer only to myself. So why don't you police someone else. . The place I call home isn't there anymore.
So come test me, so come break me. So come on intoxicate me. With hands tied behind my back I fight. And wait for you to strike. . A new problem, we can't stop them.
Simply because you can breathe. Doesn't mean you're alive. Or that you really live. This life has taken its toll. And she just doesn't know how much more she can give.
Information kept to myself. And everybody wants to know. I trust the words of no one else. 'Cause I've been there before. Your voice is wasted 'cause I'm not listening.
Can you hear. The desperate cries that are calling out your name. Twisting your arm. Holding out their hands and tugging at your sleeve. Do you feel. This underlying sense of urgency.
On clearer days I can see the lights from my bedroom door. On windy nights I can smell the lake as it drifts to me from the shore. The traffic lights silently change a thousand times a day.
If I could paint how I feel. I'd draw bullseye on your forehead. My anger is not misdirected. Unless it somehow misses you. . Time spent on hate. Is time gone to waste.