Glasses Destination Regret
sometimes i feel like not having a glimpse of good in me and it's nothing
more than going the easiest way. what if i did too much wrong
and if this is destination regret? what if honesty sways with all these
questions in my mind? it's those replacable doing rights. and i can't
see why thinking this way should be a gift and i'm f..cking sick of it.i'm
on fire, i got cold. i hunger for and i'm tired all at once. „you
messure with double standards“.„oh no i weigh, i weigh, i weigh“.
and i promise i'll do better while pressure has taken it's toll on me.
restlessness became my dearest friend. and there's something on my side
that won't leave me in peace. and again i got cold. kept locked away,
kept locked away. i hungered for. lock it away. lock it away.
