What's keeping me tossing at night?
lately I've been thinking about that rope - thinking about lynching my thoughts on the same tree that  we got this knowledge from.

And they say that the apple didn't fall far from the tree - Well, I ate mine rotten, and its seed sprouts depressing thoughts, like -

"I wish I wasn't born" or "I was cushioned in the womb, only to find out that being born is a nightmare"

Still trapped inside my dad's body - but I wake up everyday hoping for a transition.