and here (here here) is a secret: i write only to break my own heart. because that is what humanity is all about. we love to hurt, we love to be told we'll be worth something. (we love)...
the thought of love
life and/and death
(anything but ourselves)
we walk around with white powder under our noses and cigarettes placed to our ugly lips. we peel our scabs until we realize just cutting open the skin is so much better. we leave loved ones because we don't believe love exists half the time. we fail and fail and fail again because we honestly aren't worth the pride.
but this is the start of a new time, a revolution (if you may). and although none of you have listened to me before, listen to me now:
because only then
can you change the world.