"ill live through you and make you what i never was if youre the best then maybe so am i compared to him compared to her im doing this for your own damned good youll make up for what i blew whats the problem why are you crying?"
random lyrics always bunch up in my head.
what is this, what is perfection?
a perfect head hold. a perfect encasement.
a box to place my weary head,
a box is all thats left,
a box is where my heart is
what my heart is
an empty box, left on a forgotten shelf.
drip all of my words someplace else.