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Cheap text blink at me what do I do now as I've encountered the screen To what do I owe this blunder— what do I have to see to the end? Wishes I cry but dreams I strive for the road boasts its length —but I die in my travels I chafe at my endeavors I receive no merit— because I think so
Cheap thoughts reflect back to me what do I have to do to bring back the life in my hands to deny my life of my anxiety to make me feel like I'm valid? —I revel in my pity I slip into my fears I curl at my doubts— because I said so
In my aims down my dark dreams behind my tears under my worn tracks I am tired of the world— because I believe so
