Not sick of winter,
I like my fingers numb.
Don’t care about appearances,
I like my hair wild and colorful.
Won’t do the work,
I like being free and untroubled.
Can’t say your name,
I like the silence and loneliness.
Shouldn’t quit smoking,
I like controlling my own death.
Wouldn’t stop drinking,
I like when people tolerate me.
Couldn’t be myself,
I like showing you this mask.
Mar 1, 2012
Mar 1, 2012 at 1:32 PM UTC
Not sick of winter,
I like my fingers numb.
Don’t care about appearances,
I like my hair wild and colorful.
Won’t do the work,
I like being free and untroubled.
Can’t say your name,
I like the silence and loneliness.
Shouldn’t quit smoking,
I like controlling my own death.
Wouldn’t stop drinking,
I like when people tolerate me.
Couldn’t be myself,
I like showing you this mask.
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