self destruction looks a lot like us
What am I worth? Liquid filaments stretched into something like angerPull at the orbit of this fickle heart of mine. Every halfhearted attempt I make at letting go Is just another wheel in the cog, An endless axis of forgetting myself.The image in the glass looks hazy now, With all the walls you build between me And who I am supposed to be. I am worth only what you decide. You tear away the la...
