too many skeletons in the closet so many things so hypocrite contradictions lead in cynicism with the things we've done we've cut off our tongue
can we discover something more when we put out our blue eyes what do we reach by groaning the pain of our bleeding eyes? boring minds with boring lives is that our goal? depression meaning fades away did it even exist?
every beautiful thing is alway so naive but i choose to be naive instead of dead save the planet by killing yourself but i've got a reason to live!!!