how, i have no clue..
why, he never told me...
he never told me anything
which makes me wonder how we became friends...
we never spoke... never did...
i need him now...
more than ever... now that i have been so idle,
that i cant take control of my own mind...
i need him now...
now that schizophrenia is taking over me...
anarchy of my own body against me... how i hate this autonomy
i need him now...
where the fuckin hell is he?
could you ever speak to me?
or has my psychosis gone to its summit?
could you not judge me, instead listen?
love me...
tell me im enough...
tell me nothing's wrong...
tell me im worth it.... tell me you're worth it
this alcohol that leads to my delirium
this needle that punctures my numb veins
this fire that burns my tears...
could you come back?
or have i not met you yet...
ģend of session
