It's the loneliness, and my confusion
All muddled up in this brain of mine
The pain inside, the desperation
I feel my own control decline
I cannot decipher the mystery
Encrypted in the lines-between
Oh, why has this chosen me,
Where is the light to be seen?
How can I walk, when each motion
Renders me hurt and a handicap?
Deep inside, it broke, its only notion
Is to see if the pain would stop.
PG e i g h t e e n stepped on your garbage at
6:39 AM
