Bored on the internet, so see what I find. I'm taken back to that moment in the past When I met the droop-eyed star and starlet. Look what Twitter has. Their pale face framed and recreated, pixel perfect, inundated. Talking in circles. Talking highly of Your self -- Like you're above the tower seat of power, In the clouds. You're a mental case. How you gonna love yourself so much?
All of my former lovers are the messes they left back when.