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I never loved nobody fully,
Always one foot on the ground.

The more I think about it,
The more I agree.

What's the point in searching for love?
For searching further and farther for something that has slowly stopped existing to you,
Which has made me feel like maybe it doesn't exist anymore.

Maybe love died with our generation,
Because its the one thing we're all craving for,
Scratching ourselves til we bleed,

Cause we just wanna know we're alive,
In either the most disgusting or the most breath-taking ways.

But at the end of the day,
when you're alone,
Alone in your head cause no matter how much you think you love that person,
How do you feel?

Cause at the end of the day,
Nobody understands you.

******** the people that say they do.
They're lying.
They just wanna believe they can psychoanalyze you to the point where you become what they want,
And thus, they understand how to control you.

We're all just being manipulated.
******** it.
Manipulation is so powerful,
I, myself, am guilty of using it for evil.

But I feel like I've dropped that.
"We change every five years."

Well god damn, I must've dropped it at 15.
Cause I don't manipulate.

The tiny epiphanies are all adding up now,
And I can tell you I'm either starting to get more tangled in this puzzle,
Or maybe, by some miracle,
I'm starting to understand.

Soon, I won't drown.
I won't care.
Love will be a story,
Memories a twisted truth,
and the people in your live will be soulless capsules.

I'm waiting.
Waiting for everyone around me to turn into that.

Slowly, I feel myself turning into such a thing.
******** it though, you can't fight fate.