“my bed is my coffin. maybe my world is huge amounts of caffeine. i go to u everyday to die, cant i turn off my dream? im dancing a dance i cant stop. i think & think & think & think. i think about how i shouldnt be thinking. round & round, are you happy?”
“run away, pushing me, pulling me, said you wanted all of me but what is even all of me? suddenly, part of me is haunting me. heard the things they calling me but what the hell you want from me?”