Short story from the one who wrote this And you're a stranger they know well You read their mind and left your life an open book Now you wanna die in some hotel You deserve this God damn, in some respect you've earned it Who wants to change this bogus world? Hey mom it's me or someone on our window sill Yell I ain't disturbing your quiet numb If something gets lost If something breaks, I'll be wide awake Not that this revelation's changing anyone at all And all of your new friends, they seem boundless And all of that money spends you flat I'm sure that something bad will come of this review Some past due like karma or revenge