If It's Here When We Get Back It's Ours

Well, I think I finally thought of how to act every time [bad word] around. I think I'm finally sick of faking it. But I hate you all and that's for free and that's what makes it easy for me. Well, it took me long enough. But I won't tell anyone. And I got to form myself into believing that I might be stuck, and see you leaving, that makes sense to me. But unfortunately I'm not impressed with anyone or anything, so just tell me why you all are here. And I won't tell anyone. Would you know what to say? Would you know how to feel? I won't tell anyone.