I'm by the window on the 5th floor the view can only be described as average the clouds were in my head before now they glide above the hard stone bridge observed from the window floor alongside a placebo pill and a bevarage.
I'm the little seed trying to grow from inside out, Your ugly is showing, trying to contain the sprout The perfect little facade of yours The red strawberry pores Will get bitter as the time rolls about Not even having tried to figure me out