Sitting all by myself
I wonder where I can find some help...
I am just a stupid human
Send me all your friendly people
Someone I smell is fumin'
Let us throw our children at him
Craig and I both had Atkins
He is evil, send him napkins
Sometimes I want to give
All my drumsticks to some kids
Oh why... can't I?
Be by myself alone
Oh why... should I
Come back for you?
Librarian battles new
diagnosis and employment
prospects; Noblesville
Michael Stiffner always thought of himself
As strange
He just didn't quite fit in
He noticed this since childhood
I'm not sure everybody doesn't feel that way