I'm the left dust on your undone bed. The junk in your alley way. I'm not going anywhere. Your pillow is my world.
Stand. Caress your colours. Dissolve your manners. Try. Why is everyone so stuck in their old stupid ways? (Don't think I'm not including myself)
I can't even communicate. They simply waste my time and their time. Yeah, I'm pathetic and pessimistic. But I really like knowing what I thought about myself and other people six months from now.
Looking through all your dumb days. I never meant to help you. I just watch.