it was the only thing on my mind.
how could it slip?
from Your fingers?
it was the last of my reserve, now all that remains,
is This. beautifully cut with precise measurements. the last of it's kind.
i mean i had it once, but once is long forgotten because of You.
I am left in this. in here.
So I'm sorry if I come off as bizaare.
but i had to put up with this my hole life.
oh ya, everytime i got up and looked at myself in the mirror it was the same thing that bothered me. that bothered the neighbors and the stars.
despite your fuck up, i got inside
of what I've wanted most from life.
and inside these cardboard walls I am _______
& baby you better believe it.