Whatever's Wrong With Me Is Here To Stay
Can any word I write go unscrutinized? Are any of these thoughts spoken unrevised? Something I fight, I may as well fight gravity. Hope for resolution with a spit of sincerity. Improbable, impatient, it's all speculation. Insensitive, unmoved, and underhanded. Living on nothing but suppressed desires, like economic or emotional suicide. I know nothing that you know nothing that I know only how to resign. If you were mine, if I had that time, if I was that kind, I would never decline. From Letras Mania