i am only just pretend like an imaginary friend there is a me somewhere that exists but i don’t think anyone has ever been introduced to her
i play games with myself, with strangers, friends, lovers, with family, coworkers, and others
i don’t take anything seriously and it eats away at my stability it tramples me with insecurity and keeps stimulating my curiosity
i’m like a cat waiting for something bigger and better to **** me but looking at my watch time never stops and none of these ******* got bigger ***** they can’t get this crazy **** down long enough to set their clocks they just keep ******* and wishin they could touch the scars i have gotten from all the times i’ve reached up for the stars
yeah, i’m really ****** sick and i don’t know what to do with it i could let it break me or let it take me where i really want to go up high down low back and forth to and fro i’m gonna puke i think i’m dead where’d i go? which way is home? where’s my mind? what’d i do? oh **** oh no