The same fucking song is resonating in the background again. On repeat. Everything is so familiar, yet so different. This time, I'm feeling like I'm going nowhere.
So what's? the purpose? Is is something I wanted? Something you wanted? Or something I thought you wanted? All the questionspoint to one thing: Me.
I sit and listen, watch you go and watch you come back. I listen to everything you say, smiling and wondering when are you doing to fucking stop. I sit as you open my arms and let me do anything I want to you while you overcome some stupid and plastic fears.
Here we go again, same confusion, same story.
The perspective is different. I'm not planning to go, although I feel you're trying to take some old roads again, blaming confusion, just like I did, and someone else too. I know. I fucking read your blog. You don't read mine. I made sure of it.
I feel like eveything you've said lately can be said to someone else without having to change a single word... it's a mad world.
What even madder is the way I change, from one being to another. Same thoughts, different reactions. People notice each one of them... it's a mad world... without notable consequences I try to ignore or even don't know.
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