Just like all the rest

The last person on earth i though would do this, i find out your just like all the rest...

Tack another on the wall, count another for me, i killed another one. Not person tho, no no don't get me mixed up with a killer, no a relationship, an idea, an image. The image one person had of me, i don't know how i did it, i don't know when but i did. Now she knows the truth, that i am nothing, a nobody, no one important or worth knowing anyway. But why am actually saying this, writing it down instead of all the others? Simply put, she was the last person i thought would do this, i thought i was something to her. Of course i was wrong, how could i have thought that i was right? But she wasn't like all the others, she didn't see what i looked like for a year after we met, but then i guess thats what killed it, it always comes back to that. So in closing i guess she wasn't different, she wasn't at all one of a kind, she was like every...other. Just like all the rest, but how could i have been so blind? For i was, to think that i would be awsome to someone, one person on this rock. Silly freak, happiness is for normal people. Hey, i could make a cereal outta that...one that isn't like all the rest.