𝔾𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕
𝕄𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕖𝕟, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕖
𝕊𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕣𝕦𝕚𝕥.
𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕦𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕕𝕞𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕕.
ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕪 𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖'𝕤 𝕠𝕩𝕪𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕠𝕟,
𝔸𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖
𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕪. 𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕨𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕚𝕤
𝕆𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕠𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕
Tₑᵣmᵢtₑ
Dᵤng, ᵢt
Wᵢll nₒt
Lₐst lₒng
Bₑfₒᵣₑ
Cᵤt dₒwn.
A̸͇̋̓̔n̸̤͔̞̜͓͊̿͑̾̇̅͗d̵͙̥̻̓̒͌̅͊ ̴̡̟̝͎̞̺͔̟̂̈́͊̒̄s̴̢̳̗͇͓̰̰͕̣͘o̷̢͈̞̭̽̂́͂ͅ ̵̨̧̨̦̼̫͎̉̇̀̂͒̉͒̒̀͠I̴̩̘̭͚̖̊̆̎̋̄̈́͆͛͒ ̴̧̼̮̰̏̾̒͌̆̈̀͋̚̚t̵̡̼̲͈̗̩̭̪̰̮̀͊̓͝h̵̪͙́̑́͗̽̐͛̚͝i̵̹̲̥̪̻̥̗͋̑̌̀̽̽̄͝ń̷̾­͙̩͐̎͊̚k̶̻͋̒̀͊̈́͊̕ ̵̧̛̙̦͙̜͚̖̖̲̗y̷̲͕̝̺̾̅́̀͗͆̈́͋͝o̸̢̥̹̺̎ư̵͓̱͙̗͙̫͓͎̓̇̈́̀̆̃̃̋ ̸̡̦̘̱͙̱͕̤̞̅̈́a̴̘̲̅r̷͍̯̽̏̈́͝e̴̛̞̙̚ ̵̡͈̖͙̹̺͑͌̑̃͋̄͗͝b̶̧̩̞̘͈̀͆̇͘e̶͓̬͐͛́a̸̤̩̻͈̟͕̩̅̈́̿̍ų̸̹̩͈̖̠̯̦͒̄̄t̸̛̎̓̕­̠͎̓͒̍̚͜ȋ̷̠̱̩̤͔̰̔͘f̶͈̜̖͑̈́̎͘ù̶̧̨̬̩̪̞̐̿͛̇̎͜͝ḷ̴̡̻̠̜̻̉͐̔͂͠ͅ.̵̽͛̈́̌͝͝­͈̗̳̖

and we lied there
a bundle of limbs and skin
and I didn't know
where I stopped
and you began

Do I talk too much?
I'm sorry... You're the first person to ever listen...

if I could just
write
how I feel
would you still be here?