the funny thing is, this time around, i don’t hate myself.
i don’t hate life, i’m not angry or resentful,
i don’t want to hurt anyone, not even myself.
before, i wanted to be sick. i yearned for it.
i wanted to be taken care of, i wanted to stop time.
i wanted a reason to rest.
this time, i just want to be skinny and proud.
power power power. that’s all i want.
maybe i want an identity.
no- lies, all lies.
i’m running ‘cause i’m scared, tail between my legs.
i’m giving up.
it doesn’t matter anyhow. who needs the reasons?
not me. doesn’t matter. doesn’t matter.
