I have different marks lacing my body,
Some I love,
Some I know,
Some I don’t have a clue,
Others I hate.

Each has a story,
Some I love,
Some I know,
Some I don’t have a clue,
Others I hate.

There are too many to count,
I can count the recent ones,
Three total, all will fade,
Will they fade in time?

They have four days,
One person knows, kinda.

Then the questions will come,
I hate the questions,
After the questions will come the lies,
After the lies comes the guilt.

These marks hurt,
Not just physically.

I have different marks lacing my body,
Some I love,
Some I know,
Some I don’t have a clue,
Others I hate.

science is kickin' me
I'mma kick back
...
I kicked back
science kicked back harder
then beat me when I was down
...
it's fine I like science's pain
science can beat me and beat me
...
but I will win in the end

I don't know what's going on anymore
I feel like they are all falling apart
There's nothing I can do for them.
They slip through my grasp
They continue falling.

Well not anymore
This time I will be there at the bottom with them

When they're all ready to go back up
I'll help them up again.

But I wonder will anyone stay with me
Or will I stay alone in this pit?

I'd rather it be me than them though.

We know a little, before the begin of the play,
Our hidden secrets will be ours, till the end to stay,
The plot is twisted, the future lies straightaway.

My soul doesn't build any buildings,
No mistery would be hidden in that,
Lonely scaffolds in endless swamps are rather my soul's biddings.

We made a non-thinking pact,
And than you broke it,
You, thoughtful rascal.