I think I am in love with apathy and sighs.
I don't feel well when I look into
my own eyes.
What comes next?
After all this scripted non-sense.
The art is gone...
I'll sit on the ******* fence.
And when they come for me,
demanding things I cannot see.
I'll feel the shame I lack,
and keep looking
for the track
that I can't
stay
on.
Mar 9, 2020
Mar 9, 2020 at 9:20 AM UTC
I think I am in love with apathy and sighs.
I don't feel well when I look into
my own eyes.
What comes next?
After all this scripted non-sense.
The art is gone...
I'll sit on the ******* fence.
And when they come for me,
demanding things I cannot see.
I'll feel the shame I lack,
and keep looking
for the track
that I can't
stay
on.