quick stop at the gas station.
I can't be like this anymore... it's not even that I don't know who I am, it's that, this variation doesn't feel right. Why don't I just jam another 50 tasks down my throat while holding in all the vile concequences just in time to smile. I don't know how I can so perfectly fool myself into this destructive cycle each and everytime so that at the beginning of each cycle I'm surprised.
and out of all 50 tasks, the one that was least important quickly rose to the top, looping me in it's noose, and... that leaves me here in the gallows. Awsome. I'm glad I know what it feels like. Except I'm not glad at all, but my time was comming. You almost had it Miranda... almost had it all.
who am i going to become now?
and out of all 50 tasks, the one that was least important quickly rose to the top, looping me in it's noose, and... that leaves me here in the gallows. Awsome. I'm glad I know what it feels like. Except I'm not glad at all, but my time was comming. You almost had it Miranda... almost had it all.
who am i going to become now?