tracing my veins wondering which side of this brain is chemically imbalanced which side houses talents I haven't trained people praise my writing and some songs that I have made but none of it seems all that great they haven't gotten me less poor or less bored just a little less ignored but when I trace my veins I think that is enough
I like you so much, it's bound for disaster. Let's pretend we're in a musical. Take my hand, and we'll dance. Let's start with the "Happily Ever After," and have a doomed romance.