I would put on headphones
pick a longplay, cringe and try not to think
the less i think... the less i understand...
why does it have to hurt so bad
I'd try to work, away from your gaze;
I'd try to work next to it
it always comes out of somewhere,
always something pouring out
first from my own eyes
then from my nostrils
then... you know... as you expect it
feeling fine skirt-wearing
feeling fine being noticed, for soft reasons
for soft meaning
absorbing shit, avoiding shit
all feels like shit, i feel like shit
give me meaning
give me meaning
make me alive
why would i live for myself
i have all i need
do you need me
i walk on the hope
that i'd be useful for someone else than me
let me dedicate my life to you
i want to end it for you
i want to end it for you
it all ends for you
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