here i am, i have no penchant, no desire, no goal to obstruct your building, but the photographs keep showing up, the one above your buttercup, i wouldn't care if there was nothing more to the story, they told me to start a game, the charity team, it's unfortunate how i don't feel myself growing, how i don't feel anything for myself
i'm not even caring but somewhere far it ticks, maybe too far, i dont know if i do it to myself or Someone does it to me i'm too old to believe in God anymore, as kids we all grow out of santa, and it's still fine but there's no rainy days like this, my unfortune wont always hang over my head... i do it for myself