Your life is a candle burning but the bullshit is, everyone is smoking cigs around you
The air and vibrations are a threat to your existence, the very air you breath
Breath isn’t good enough, you need something stimulating the molecules inside you
Whatever would balance you out, the powers that be haven’t invented it yet
It puts you at odds with the world when you shout at people…love me, because the suffering, it hurts
Maybe if I could sing real well, I could sing love me love me say that you love me
Why do I need someone to love me anyways, as if it solves anything wrong with your already flawed character
Maybe I need love because judgement hurts so bad to my rough but gentle soul
Maybe earning respect is all one can ask for