Being the Three Percent

It's difficult to put my pieces together, I'm sorry for that. Constant changes in my weather, And my world is flat. I don't want to do the same thing as everyone else, Because I am me. I've always known I'd be alone in this time of life, Even when I see the love of the happy lovers. I thought I wanted that, but I know... People are not meant to be forever, And everyone will eventually go. I know the story and the end of this show. What's the point anyway? When it's seems all the days are exactly the same? It's like the game of life in a countdown... Time is to blame. It's a sad story, maybe to you, But if you could jump in my world I could certainly be the one to show you why I do what I do.