What do you know about my past?
Nothing.
What do you know,
about living on the sixth floor
with no friends?
What do you know?
Nothing.
What do you know about burying your head in a pillow,
and contemplating suicide as a legitimate option?
You know nothing.
What do you know about Tom Petty and Birdland?
What do you know about the only friends I had,
and the free Ventrilo channel that became my social life?
You know nothing about how 電車男 moved my heart.
You know nothing.