(0332) inconclusive

i kill the mood. i strangle the room. i make everything break into two. i filter out what's pure instead of what's not. i feel alone. i don't seem real. solipsistic? no wonder i get ridiculed. you're all around, but i'm not even there. am i fucked up or is it all in my head? my head is filled with paper and way too much lead.

she left a hole inside of my heart. it needs to be filled, but this shit can't be art. mumble out loud and stare at my face. faces are pretty. faces are great. i wish, i wish i knew how not to look fake. i don't understand how someone could relate. nobody's happy. they're just on constant highs. so why then, oh why do i even try?

i don't get it. someone tell me why i'm empty in purpose and confused by something as simple as the sky. where do we go from here? the days are the same. if i fuck something up, i'll be to blame.