I'd like to take a moment and state how uninterested in life I currently am.
The bee bop shot of your mother's intuition holds no bar to the standard at which I am expected to live. My expectations outweigh any of yours for me or for yourself. Any regret you have is nonsense. This life is unremarkably saddened by the loneliness of drear, fog, and cold. Any chance I've been given is unknown to me, for choices and consequences have taken over my thought process. I can't function properly. I've had this problem for far too long.
Where is it that I can find help, promise, hope, or even the slightest bit of will?
Where is the passion?
This pit is unbelievably deep.
I've lost my will to climb.
I haven't cared for far too long.
I can't live without substance. Yet, it makes me so cold.
The beat contains a reference I don't understand, and the chill resembles a bitter end. The life I've been given is a mystery and my problem solving capability was lost amongst the addict who gave birth to a forgotten and uninterested soul. I'm unwilling to compromise with myself, because I can't understand the process. I can't view either side. Everything is a blur. There is no prize, only sacrifice. I cannot obey, because I can't decide where to pledge my allegiance.
I'm undefined by a fearful cry muffled by the world. I'm jealous and mad and hateful and sad and I want you all to know. Here is my towel. I can't bear the burden of the treacherous sight I've infused in my life. I'm unsynchronized with time and effort.
There is nothing I want more than the comfort of my bed, until death.
No question is worth the answer I am guaranteed to never find. No mind is like the will of mine. No understanding can even compare to lack there of I hold closely. No resolution is clear enough. No amount of pixels can see as deep as I need. No clarification is clear. No color is bright. No day turns to night.
It's all the same. All I see is gray. There is no reason for battle. There is no need to fight. Nothing ever helps.
I lead a life of temporary fixes.
On the surface, I no longer care to evolve.
Deep inside is a woman trying to breakthrough.
I can't allow that.
The bee bop shot of your mother's intuition holds no bar to the standard at which I am expected to live. My expectations outweigh any of yours for me or for yourself. Any regret you have is nonsense. This life is unremarkably saddened by the loneliness of drear, fog, and cold. Any chance I've been given is unknown to me, for choices and consequences have taken over my thought process. I can't function properly. I've had this problem for far too long.
Where is it that I can find help, promise, hope, or even the slightest bit of will?
Where is the passion?
This pit is unbelievably deep.
I've lost my will to climb.
I haven't cared for far too long.
I can't live without substance. Yet, it makes me so cold.
The beat contains a reference I don't understand, and the chill resembles a bitter end. The life I've been given is a mystery and my problem solving capability was lost amongst the addict who gave birth to a forgotten and uninterested soul. I'm unwilling to compromise with myself, because I can't understand the process. I can't view either side. Everything is a blur. There is no prize, only sacrifice. I cannot obey, because I can't decide where to pledge my allegiance.
I'm undefined by a fearful cry muffled by the world. I'm jealous and mad and hateful and sad and I want you all to know. Here is my towel. I can't bear the burden of the treacherous sight I've infused in my life. I'm unsynchronized with time and effort.
There is nothing I want more than the comfort of my bed, until death.
No question is worth the answer I am guaranteed to never find. No mind is like the will of mine. No understanding can even compare to lack there of I hold closely. No resolution is clear enough. No amount of pixels can see as deep as I need. No clarification is clear. No color is bright. No day turns to night.
It's all the same. All I see is gray. There is no reason for battle. There is no need to fight. Nothing ever helps.
I lead a life of temporary fixes.
On the surface, I no longer care to evolve.
Deep inside is a woman trying to breakthrough.
I can't allow that.