So unfair to think this hole's supposed to be filled by someone else, ain't it selfish?
Eating book for lunch, sucking up movies for dinner, masturbating the guitar at night, the filter to explode hard feelings and sour times that should be swifted away, never to be found again.
It beats you up every day, and you wake up every day. Get along with the flow, hit the bottom and turn your back. I don't want it I don't want it, that's what your friends hear you shoutting at the top of your lungs. It's a crazy house, an ungratefull world that's new born and already doomed.
You shake your hands, shake your head, wash your back and hope to be okay. It is a tough lesson, every now and then you throw yoursekf away and begin from scratch, it's a God game to create your whole being, at the same time you are every one else, and it is much easier playing that way.
I love you so. I want you so. Every day sentence, every day foolish.
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