Tell me why, tell me why. Why you had to lie? Either side of the extreme, it all makes no sense. Do I care?
No.
I have shed alot of things, yet feel all them very distinctly.
When I come out of this I will surely be heartless, not care. This is my purpose, or is it?
I hate normality, I hate everything.
Fix me?
1 comment:
Go fix yourself by drinking bleach.
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