So Sick of This Feeling

It's all cyclical. It's all relative.

I've been here before looking over there, but you were standing in the corner and I was on the ground, now we're back there again and I don't have any of the answers that you found.

Words fall out of everyones mouths like heavy bags. You sit, I stand, please don't turn into me, because I will always change when you're not around.

Some thoughts on the late and things of the like:

Hitting people is rude.

Everyone I trust is entirely untrustworthy.

I'm paying attention to the wrong things.

Stop asking me questions and tell me something I want to hear.

Stand Still, because we're missing everything.

I think you look silly when you lie.

It works if you work it.

Make of it what you will, Sunshine.

xx

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