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I'll never be the same !
Pardon me while I burst, a decade ago, I never thought I would be, at twenty-three, on the verge of spontaneous combustion "who is me" but I guess that it comes with the territory, an ominous landscape of never-ending calamity, I need you to hear, I need you to see, that I have had all I can take and exploding seems like an imminent possibility to me, so pardon me while I burst into flames, I've had enough of the world and its people's mindless games, so pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame, pardon me, I'll never be the same! Not two days ago, I was having a look in a book and I saw a picture of a girl fried up above her knee, I said, "I can relate," cause lately I've been thinking of combustication as a welcome vacation from the burdens of the planet Earth, like gravity, hypocrisy, and the perils of being in 3D but thinking so much differently.
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