The lights around me aren't as bright As the light that I have inside Yet I feel blind... maybe it's myself I cant find. Because everything around me is perfect in its flaws Worn adhesive, I try to stick to life but I fall. I wish could just disintigerate into ash and be everywhere With everyone Whilst simultaneously being nothing at all
"My thoughts are like paper Most days, I slide them through the shredder so no one can see. Maybe its just me, but I can't always speak what I think. I mean, I doubt anyone is even listening. Maybe I just need brighter ink."