crying is for girls.
i would pour my soul out into this thing, but i dont want everyone to hear.
and i dont think the one(s) i want to hear will bother to listen anymore.
which is maybe why i sit alone and try to choke back stupid tears that build up behind my eyes.
and i cant do it they come out anyway. god tears are so hot, not hot attractive, hot boiling.
and burn lines through this fake new face ive plastered onto myself.
or actually, just these charcoal lines around my eyes that for the first time in my life i now need etched on to feel comfortable.
and what the fuck is that about.
and and
where am i going with this?
...are you coming with me?
you. and your apathy. and how it's not apathy at all.
there must be some kind of way outta here...said the joker to the thief...there's too much confusion and fightin', i can't get no relief...