Regret, weakness, blindness, we're after the wrong goal
Stop before it's too late

25 may I knew exactly what I'm getting myself into, but I didn't stop

Oh no
I'm not comfortable anymore
I'm not curious anymore
I'm not excited anymore
I'm not myself anymore

Maybe he sees me as my father does

But why?
Because I am the master of my own fate and I live for chaos

Sometimes I just talk too much because there's too many voices that have different opinions feelings and thoughts and I like 'em all

Too many voices what should I do??!

: only listen to yourself (so I could manipulate you in silence)

Only if the world actually was like my imagination

"And I hated myself for leaving, why couldn't I be the kind of person that stays?"

"I'm stuck here in a cycle and I'm getting older but my heart is getting soft dark spots on it like a fruit that has gone bad or is soft because too many hands have squeezed it but then put it back down."

My  God, I'm so lonely
So I open the window
To hear sounds of people
To hear sounds of people

Venus, planet of love
Was destroyed by global warming
Did its people want too much, too?
Did its people want too much