اگزیستانسیال

برای برگشت هیچوقت دیر نیست، همین حالا از همون پلی که پشت سرت خراب کردی بپر.

you don't deserve my skin.

i would cut my skin off if you ever try to reach me.

when i needed your hand, you kept it to yourself. so keep it now too, until it's in your grave by your side.

you tried to reach me with your hand, but you quietly forgot that i bite the hand that feeds me.

in fact, i always knew, and it hurts.

i don't need to know what's next since i never planned to know what may happen.

but there's something about the darkness. when you can't see, you don't need to worry about what's ahead of you.

the light was never meant to be found. it's everywhere, and if you can't see it, then you're just blind.

say what you wanna say, i got all day, i don't waste my time.

when she calls, and you pace, saying "baby, don't wait up late" we're concrete.

but i wonder if you want her in the way i wish you would need me. we were right there, you were right there. if you want me, i'll be right here like concrete every morning.

i HATE the way i am but i lowkey can't do anything about it, so i'll just sit with it.