8am
I think you suffer from other lovers leave
swim a little bit and drown, go face life again
self-settled bitterness, yet self-centered self-interests
I can cope with myself, it has gotten me further than you ever will
they pretend too, you know that, don’t you?
a facade foreign loan of hope doesn’t amount to much
they’ll break, deflect, reflect and internalize
I was never looking down anyway

















