The initial path of the crew cabin from the vapor cloud carried it across the path of an adjacent contrail Clearly revealing its truncated form and attitude ♪ Am I pretty? Do I deserve to be? Would you tell me if I was worthy? Now that you're home, I don't have to be alone I know it's selfish, but I already know So self aware, I intend to die this way There is nothing that anyone can change Someone tell me, who am I supposed to be? Give me direction, I need affection Late at night, I don't have to be myself Pretend to read all of the books placed on my shelf I call the cops on someone that I don't know I tell my friends I got somewhere better to go