"Should I just get along with myself? I never did get along with anybody else."

They say the average person spends 7 years of their life waiting.
On other people. On themselves. On absolutely nothing.
I'm sure I have beat the norm because I never stop waiting.
For you. For him.
Someone I will never get.
But I keep waiting and waiting.
Like maybe eventually Jesus will feel sorry for me.
Pity party of 1, your table is ready?
Close, but no cigar.
I'm going to waste my life waiting because I refuse to quit.
I want nothing but to be okay.
And if I have to wait forever and the next day, them I'ma pull up a chair.
Don't know when but a day is gonna come.
It's on its way, I swear it.
Don't waste your breath arguing with manics.
There's no point.
You gotta breathe with that shit, kid.
Leave me be.
Let me believe it.
Let me fool myself some more.
I'm sure you think I'm a nut case.
And I'm sure that if they ever knew what I really meant,
They'd lock me up and throw away the key.
Scary? I think so.
I'm not normal.
But finally, it doesn't bother me in the least.
There are voices that no one else hears.
And highs and lows that no one has quite figured out.
But I've got love.
And I am nothing without that love.

Where are my manners? I'm so off topic.
Incidently, I am still waiting for them to lock me up for talking to no one.