Listening to: Metamorphosis by Infinity Song

And sometimes, I don't like myself. Can I be someone else?
Someone who makes their dreams come true and drinks from wishing wells.
Someone that they call lucky and I never seem to fail,
But sometimes I don't like myself. Can I be someone else?

Listening to: It's Far Better To Learn by Saosin

Why are you like this?
I wonder,
but would never actually ask.
Because it's probably
just me,
messing with my own head,
putting words in your mouth.
You gave me the right amount of
attention;
it was just what I was looking for.
The problem is
I was always going to make it
bigger than it needed to be.
Because I think the universe
is constantly talking to me
and leaving me messages,
when it is more likely mere
randomness
and coincidence.
I realise I love to mourn
things that never were
and never could be.
Because what would life be
without heartbreak and despair,
without a little moment
of feeling, imagining, wishing
you were important
to someone you couldn't matter to.
Because I am a teeny, tiny blip
and despite my ego,
the world does not revolve around me.

Too bad, huh?

What is my body worth?