I’m my own person, my own mind, my own thoughts and my own feelings.
Sometimes I like to think that I’m my own species.
Will anyone understand it like I do?
These days, nope, it’s something inside you.
I’m the only one of my kind,
But I don’t really mind.
Another one of me could be fun,
But there can only be one.
One day my kind will die off,
One day theirs will too,
My kind will be lost,
But I’ll be the only one who knew.
Vacant Clouds 